Treasure Island

Oliver Goldsmith

(10 November 1730 – 4 April 1774 / County Longford / Ireland)

Memory


O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain:

Thou, like the world, th' oppress'd oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe:
And he who wants each other blessing
In thee must ever find a foe.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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