Epitaph On Edward Purdon Poem by Oliver Goldsmith

Epitaph On Edward Purdon

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HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
Who long was a bookseller's hack;
He led such a damnable life in this world, --
I don't think he'll wish to come back.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: lies
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Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith

County Longford / Ireland
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