Oliver Goldsmith
Ireland
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
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Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
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.
Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whispering lovers made.
For talking age and whispering lovers made.
Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway,
And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound,
And news much older than their ale went round.
And news much older than their ale went round.
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
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