Oliver Goldsmith Poems on Joy & Excitement (9 Poems)

The Traveller; or, A Prospect of Society (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slowOr by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,OR onward, where the rude Corinthian boorAgainst the houseless stranger shuts the door,OR where Campania’s plain forsaken liesA weary waste expanding to the skies -Where’er I roam, whatever realms to … Continue reading →

The Captivity (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)

AN ORATORIO THE PERSONS. FIRST ISRAELITISH PROPHET.SECOND ISRAELITISH PROPHET.ISRAELITISH WOMAN.FIRST CHALDEAN PRIEST.SECOND CHALDEAN PRIEST.CHALDEAN WOMAN.CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS. SCENE – The Banks of the River Euphrates, near Babylon. THE CAPTIVITY ACT I — SCENE I. ‘Israelites sitting on the … Continue reading →

Edwin and Angela, A Ballad (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)

‘Turn, gentle hermit of the dale,And guide my lonely way,To where yon taper cheers the valeWith hospitable ray. ‘For here, forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow;Where wilds immeasurably spread,Seem length’ning as I go.’ ‘Forbear, my son,’ … Continue reading →

Epilogue For Mr. Lee Lewes (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)

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 said,My heels eclips’d the honours of my head;That I found humour in a piebald vest, Or ever thought that jumping … Continue reading →

The Gift (To Iris, In Bow Street, Covent Garden) (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)

SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake,Dear mercenary beauty,What annual offering shall I make,Expressive of my duty? My heart, a victim to thine eyes, Should I at once deliver,Say, would the angry fair one prizeThe gift, who slights the giver? A bill, … Continue reading →

On Seeing Mrs. Perform In The Character Of ** (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)

FOR you, bright fair, the nine address their lays,And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise.The heartfelt power of every charm divine,Who can withstand their all-commanding shine?See how she moves along with every grace, While soul-brought tears steal down each … Continue reading →

The Taking Of Quebec (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)

STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC, AND DEATH OFGENERAL WOLFE AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,Which triumph forces from the patriot heart,Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice,And quells the raptures which from pleasures start.O WOLFE! to thee a streaming flood … Continue reading →

Stanzas on the Taking of Quebec and the Death of General Wolfe (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)

AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,Which triumph forces from the patriot heart,Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice,And quells the raptures which from pleasures start. O WOLFE! to thee a streaming flood of woe, Sighing we pay, and think e’en … Continue reading →

The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid, And parting summer’s lingering blooms delayed: Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, where … Continue reading →