Oliver Goldsmith
Ireland
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
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In all the silent manliness of grief.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.
And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
His best companions, innocence and health;
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these
A youth of labour with an age of ease!
A youth of labour with an age of ease!
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