Category Archives: Oliver Goldsmith

poem – epitaph on thomas parnell

THIS tomb, inscrib’d to gentle Parnell’s name, May speak our gratitude, but not his fame. What heart but feels his sweetly-moral lay, That leads to truth through pleasure’s flowery way! Celestial themes confess’d his tuneful aid; And Heaven, that lent … Continue reading

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poem – epitaph on edward purdon

HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed, Who long was a bookseller’s hack; He led such a damnable life in this world, — I don’t think he’ll wish to come back.

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poem – the poet laberius

WHAT! no way left to shun th’ inglorious stage, And save from infamy my sinking age! Scarce half alive, oppress’d with many a year, What in the name of dotage drives me here? A time there was, when glory was … Continue reading

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Poem – An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog

Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song;  And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race … Continue reading

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Poem – An Epigram 

ADDRESSED TO THE GENTLEMEN REFLECTED ON IN THE ROSCIAD,A POEM, BY THE AUTHOR Worried with debts and past all hopes of bail, His pen he prostitutes t’ avoid a gaol. ROSCOM. LET not the ‘hungry’ Bavius’ angry stroke Awake resentment, … Continue reading

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Poem – A Sonnet 

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Lost to every gay delight; MYRA, too sincere for feigning, Fears th’ approaching bridal night. Yet, why impair thy bright perfection?  Or dim thy beauty with a tear? Had MYRA followed my direction, She long had wanted … Continue reading

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Poem – A New Simile 

IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT LONG had I sought in vain to find A likeness for the scribbling kind; The modern scribbling kind, who write In wit, and sense, and nature’s spite: Till reading, I forget what day on,  A … Continue reading

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