Oliver Goldsmith
Ireland
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
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So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar
But bind him to his native mountains more.
But bind him to his native mountains more.
The Traveller
Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.
The Good-Natured Man
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first, best country ever is at home.
His first, best country ever is at home.
The Traveller
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
The Deserted Village
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
The Deserted Village
Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
The Deserted Village
Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,
Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
The Traveller
As for disappointing them I should not so much mind; but I can't abide to disappoint myself.
She Stoops to Conquer
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whispering lovers made.
For talking age and whispering lovers made.
The Deserted Village
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
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