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 ...
Oliver Goldsmith Poems (45 Poems)
Epitaph On Thomas Parnell (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
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,That ...
Song Intended To Have Been Sung In ‘She Stoops To Conquer’ (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
AH me! when shall I marry me?Lovers are plenty; but fail to relieve me:He, fond youth, that could carry me,Offers to ...
Song From ‘The Vicar Of Wakefield’ (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly,And finds too late that men betray,What charm can soothe her melancholy,What art can wash ...
A Sonnet (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,Lost to every gay delight;MYRA, too sincere for feigning,Fears th' approaching bridal night.Yet, why impair thy bright perfection? Or ...
The Clown’s Reply (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
JOHN TROTT was desired by two witty peersTo tell them the reason why asses had ears?'An't please you,' quoth John, ...
Memory (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain,To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain:Thou, like the ...
To G. C. And R. L. (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
'TWAS you, or I, or he, or all together,'Twas one, both, three of them, they know not whether;This, I believe, ...
On A Beautiful Youth Struck Blind With Lightning (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
('Imitated from the Spanish'.)SURE 'twas by Providence design'd,Rather in pity, than in hate,That he should be, like Cupid, blind,To save ...
Epitaph On Edward Purdon (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,Who long was a bookseller's hack;He led such a damnable life in this ...
Translation Of A South American Ode (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
IN all my Enna's beauties blest,Amidst profusion still I pine;For though she gives me up her breast,Its panting tenant is ...
An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot ...
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 ...
When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What ...
An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,- From those who spoke ...