Oliver Goldsmith
Ireland
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
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And learn the luxury of doing good.
The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
These little things are great to little man.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
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