James McIntyre

(25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

Oliver Goldsmith - Poem by James McIntyre

Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village,
Now again reduced to tillage ;
Once happiest village of the plain,
Place now you look for it in vain ;
There but one man he doth make rich,
And hundreds struggle in the ditch ;

' Ill fare the land to many ills a prey
Where wealth accumelates but men decay.'
His honest Vicar of Wakefield
Forever he will pleasure yield.

Comments about Oliver Goldsmith by James McIntyre

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Friday, May 4, 2012

[Hata Bildir]