Oliver Goldsmith Poems
|41.||An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize||4/7/2010|
|42.||When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly||1/13/2003|
|43.||The Village Schoolmaster||4/7/2010|
|45.||The Deserted Village||1/13/2003|
|46.||An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog||1/13/2003|
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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 ...
An Author's Bedchamber
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,
Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane;
There in a lonely room, from bailiffs snug,
The Muse found Scroggen stretch'd beneath a rug;