Oliver Goldsmith
Oliver Goldsmith (c. 1728–1774) was an Irish poet, playwright, and novelist. His poems "The Deserted Village" and "An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog" are English classi…
"When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her"
"Thanks, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter Never rang'd in a forest, or smok'd in a platter; The haunch was a picture for pa"
"Of old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united; If our landlord supplies us with bee"
"Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest vis"
"Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid, And"
"Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man Of wh"
"When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The on"
"In all my Enna's beauties blest, Amidst profusion still I pine; For though she gives me up her breast, Its panting tenant is not mi"
"John Trott was desired by two witty peers To tell them the reason why asses had ears? 'An't please you,' quoth John, 'I'm not given to l"
"Amidst the clamour of exulting joys, Which triumph forces from the patriot heart, Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice, An"
"Weeping, murmuring, complaining, Lost to every gay delight; MYRA, too sincere for feigning, Fears th' approaching bridal night."
"'This 'is' a poem! This 'is' a copy of verses!' Your mandate I got, You may all go to pot; Had your senses been right, You'd have"
"IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT Long had I sought in vain to find A likeness for the scribbling kind; The modern scribbling kind, who write"
"Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against th"
"Hold! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense; I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience. My pride forbids it ever should be sa"
"Here lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed, Who long was a bookseller's hack; He led such a damnable life in this world, I don't"
"Chaste are their instincts, faithful is their fire, No foreign beauty tempts to false desire; The snow-white vesture, and the glittering"
"'Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. 'For here,"
"In Imitation Of Dean Swift Logicians have but ill defin'd As rational, the human kind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let"
"THE PERSONS. FIRST ISRAELITISH PROPHET. SECOND ISRAELITISH PROPHET. ISRAELITISH WOMAN. FIRST CHALDEAN PRIEST. SECOND CHA"
"In these bold times, when Learning's sons explore The distant climate and the savage shore; When wise Astronomers to India steer, A"
"This tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name, May speak our gratitude, but not his fame. What heart but feels his sweetly-moral lay,"
"What! five long acts and all to make us wiser! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser. Had she consulted 'me', she should have made"
"Well, having stoop'd to conquer with success, And gain'd a husband without aid from dress, Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wish it too,"
"To Iris, In Bow Street, Convent Garden Say, cruel IRIS, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual offering shall I make, Ex"
"'Twas you, or I, or he, or all together, 'Twas one, both, three of them, they know not whether; This, I believe, between us great or sma"
"Preserved By Macrobius. What! no way left to shun th' inglorious stage, And save from infamy my sinking age! Scarce half alive, oppres"
"MADAM, I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour could require, but after all find so much to object to, and so much"
"Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam BLAIZE, Who never wanted a good word 'From those who spoke her praise'. T"
"Ye Muses, pour the pitying tear For Pollio snatch'd away; O! had he liv'd another year! 'He had not died to-day'. O! were he"
"For you, bright fair, the nine address their lays, And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise. The heartfelt power of every charm divin"
"SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES. OVERTURE A SOLEMN DIRGE. AIR TRIO. Arise, ye sons of wo"
"'Enter' MRS. BULKLEY, 'who curtsies very low as beginning to speak. Then enter' MISS CATLEY, 'who stands full before her, and curts"
"Translated Armies of box that sportively engage And mimic real battles in their rage, Pleased I recount; how, smit with glory's charms"
"Secluded from domestic strife, Jack Book-worm led a college life; A fellowship at twenty-five Made him the happiest man alive;"
"Sure 'twas by Providence design'd, Rather in pity, than in hate, That he should be, like Cupid, blind, To save him from Narcissus'"
"Let school-masters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives 'genus' a b"
"Where the Red Lion flaring o'er the way, Invites each passing stranger that can pay; Where Calvert's butt, and Parsons' black champagne,"
"As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procure To swear the pill, or drop, has wrought a cure; Thus on the stage, our play-wrights still"
"Ah me! when shall I marry me? Lovers are plenty; but fail to relieve me: He, fond youth, that could carry me, Offers to love, but m"
"Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wond'rous short, It cannot hold you long. In Isling"
"Worried with debts and past all hopes of bail, His pen he prostitutes t' avoid a gaol. ROSCOM. Let not the 'hungry' Bavius' angr"