Oliver Goldsmith
Oliver Goldsmith
Oliver Goldsmithwas an Irish novelist, playwright and poet, who is best known for his novel The Vicar of Wakefield, his pastoral poem The Deserted Village, and his plays The Good-Natur'd Manand She Stoops to Conquer. He is thought to have written the classic children's tale The History of Little Goody Two-Shoes...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth10 November 1730
CountryIreland
strength world indifference
There is nothing magnanimous in bearing misfortunes with fortitude, when the whole world is looking on.... He who, without friends to encourage or even without hope to alleviate his misfortunes, can behave with tranquility and indifference, is truly great.
country patriotic home
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first best country ever is at home.
crush sweet adversity
Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.
children home night
At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down, the monarch of a shed; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board.
girl mom daughter
Girls like to be played with and rumpled a little too sometimes.
wish rich appearance
If one wishes to become rich they must appear rich.
love-is pleasure charm
Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.
money dollars thousand
Take a dollar from a thousand and it will be a thousand no more.
ambition forever ambitious
The ambitious are forever followed by adulation for they receive the most pleasure from flattery.
grief silence silent
In all the silent manliness of grief.
intelligent wonder grew
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew.
disappointment mind disappointing
As for disappointing them I should not so much mind; but I can't abide to disappoint myself.
life mother lost-love
As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.
life heart care
Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign: And we shall never, never part, My life-my all that's mine!