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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As few subjects are more interesting to society, so few have been more frequently written upon than the education of youth.
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Our Garrick's a salad; for in him we see, Oil, vinegar, sugar and saltiness agree
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Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind. Logic, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.
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Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, / His first, best country ever is at home.
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I was never much displeased with those harmless delusions that tend to make us more happy.
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Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall
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Our greatest glory consists not in never failing, but in rising every time we fall.
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Where wealth and freedom reign; contentment fails, And honor sinks where commerce long prevails
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Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, / And news much older than their ale went round.
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Who can direct when all pretend to know?
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We are the boys / That fear no noise / Where the thundering cannons roar.
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Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, / That foundst me poor at first, and keepst me so.
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I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines; and, I believe, Dorothy, you'll own I have been pretty fond of an old wife.
felicity ourselves
Still to ourselves in every place consigned, / Our own felicity we make or find.