Oliver Goldsmith

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

Memory

Poem by Oliver Goldsmith

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.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004