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
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Even children followed with endearing wile,/ And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.
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The king himself has followed her, - / When she has walked before.
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Too fond of the right to pursue the expedient.
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Is he like Burke, who winds into a subject like a serpent?
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The virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarcely worth the sentinel
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Every absurdity has a champion to defend it, for error is always talkative
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Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, / More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. / His house was known to all the vagrant train, / He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain.
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Pride in their port, defiance in their eye I see the Lords of human kind pass by.
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People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy after
beside fence
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, / With blossomed furze unprofitably gay.
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As I take my shoes from the shoemaker, and my coat from the tailor, so I take my religion from the priest
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To begin with Ireland, the most western part of the continent, the natives are peculiarly remarkable for their gaiety and levity of their disposition ; the English, transplanted there, in time lose their serious melancholy air, and become gay and tho
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We are the boys / That fear no noise / Where the thundering cannons roar.
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I was never much displeased with those harmless delusions that tend to make us more happy.