Who is Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith (10 November 1728 – 4 April 1774) was an Irish novelist, playwright and poet, who is best known for his novel The Vicar of Wakefield (1766), his pastoral poem The Deserted Village (1770), and his plays The Good-Natur'd Man (1768) and She Stoops to Conquer (1771, first performed in 1773). He is thought to have written the classic children's tale The History of Little Goody Two-Shoes (1765).

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Oliver Goldsmith Poems

  • Threnodia Augustalis:

  • Of The Death Of The Right Hon. ***
    Ye Muses, pour the pitying tear
    For Pollio snatch'd away;
    O! had he liv'd another year!
    'He had not died to-day'. ...
  • Song From 'she Stoops To Conquer'
    Let school-masters puzzle their brain,
    With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
    Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
    Gives 'genus' a better discerning. ...
  • The Gift
    To Iris, In Bow Street, Convent Garden

    Say, cruel IRIS, pretty rake,
    Dear mercenary beauty, ...
  • Epilogue To 'the Good Natur'd Man'
    As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procure
    To swear the pill, or drop, has wrought a cure;
    Thus on the stage, our play-wrights still depend
    For Epilogues and Prologues on some friend, ...
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Good 19 Long 16 Place 15 Night 13 Life 12 Face 12 View 12 Rise 10 Death 10 Soul 10

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  • Luv_wine: i love everything that is old; old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines. -oliver goldsmith, the vicar of wakefield
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  • Essagohar: life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.. | oliver goldsmith |
  • Cfuher: “our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” ⁃oliver goldsmith
  • Carylloper: people seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy ~ oliver goldsmith
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The Little Black Boy
 by William Blake

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white.
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day.
She took me on her lap and kissed me,

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