Oliver Goldsmith was an Anglo-Irish writer and poet, who is best known for his novel The Vicar of Wakefield (1766), his pastoral poem The Deserted Village (1770), and his plays The Good-Natur'd Man (1768) and She Stoops to Conquer (1771, first performed in 1773). He also wrote An History of the Earth and Animated Nature. He is thought to have written the classic children's tale The History of Little Goody Two-Shoes, the source of the phrase "goody two-shoes".
Goldsmith's birth date and year are not known with certainty. According to the Library of Congress authority file, he told a biographer that he was born on 29 November 1731, or perhaps in 1730. Other sources have ... more »
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Oliver Goldsmith Poems
An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog
Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long.
O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain:
The Deserted Village
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:
The Village Schoolmaster
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule,
A New Simile
LONG had I sought in vain to find A likeness for the scribbling kind; The modern scribbling kind, who write
Epilogue To 'She Stoops To Conquer'
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,
When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly
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?
WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Lost to every gay delight; MYRA, too sincere for feigning, Fears th' approaching bridal night.
Worried with debts and past all hopes of bail, His pen he prostitutes t' avoid a gaol. ROSCOM.
Epilogue to 'The Sister'
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
An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs Ma...
Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,— From those who spoke her praise.
On A Beautiful Youth Struck Blind With L...
SURE 'twas by Providence design'd, Rather in pity, than in hate, That he should be, like Cupid, blind,
From 'She Stoops to Conquer' A Song
Let school-masters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Description of an Author's Bedchamber
WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way, Invites each passing stranger that can pay; Where Calvert's butt, and Parsons' black champagne,
Quotationsmore quotations »
''Girls like to be played with, and rumpled a little too, sometimes.''Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Hardcastle, in She Stoops to Conquer, act 5, sc. 1.
''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.''Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish author, poet, playwright. Hardcastle, in She Stoops to Conquer, act. 1, sc. 1.
''You, that are going to be married, think things can never be done too fast: but we that are old, and know what we are about, must elope methodically, madam.''Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Jarvis to Olivia, in The Good Natur'd Man, act 4.
''Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.''Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Leontine, in The Good Natur'd Man, act 1.
''Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.''Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774), Anglo-Irish author, poet, playwright. Mr. Honeywood, in The Good Natur'd Man, act 1.
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An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog
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 whom the world might say,
That still a godly race he ran—
Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad—
When he put on his clothes.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.
This dog and man at first were friends;
But when a pique ...