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Oliver Goldsmith
Oliver Goldsmith(November 10, 1730 or 1728 April 4, 1774) was an Anglo-Irish writer, poet, and physician known for his novel The Vicar of Wakefield (1766), his pastoral poem The Deserted Village (1770) (written in memory of his brother), and his plays The Good-natur'd Man (1768) and She Stoops to Conquer (1771, first performed in 1773). (He is also thought to have written the classic children's tale, The History of Little Goody Two Shoes, giving the world that familiar phrase.) He was either born in the townland of Pallas, near Ballymahon, County Longford, Ireland where his father was Anglican curate of the parish of Forgney, or at the residence of his maternal grandparents, Smith Hill House in the diocese of Elphin, County Roscommon where his Grandfather Oliver Jones was a clergyman and master of the Elphin diocesan school. When he was aged two, Goldsmith's father was appointed rector of the parish of Kilkenny West in County Westmeath. The family moved to the parsonage at Lissoy, between Athlone and Ballymahon, and continued to live there until his father's death in 1747. Goldsmith earned his Bachelor of Arts in 1749 at Trinity College, Dublin, studying theology and law but never getting as far as ordination. Nevertheless, his name has been given to a new lecture theatre and student accommodation on the Trinity College campus, Goldsmith Hall. He later studied medicine at the University of Edinburgh and the University of Leiden, then toured Europe, living on his wits. He also studied at the University of Padua in 1755 and 1757.

the village schoolmaster
 
 
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way
With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,
The... [read poem]
a lament
 
 
The Broussa evening fades in night;
The stars appear serene and bright;
Ah! would that the... [read poem]
the prisoner's road
 
 
There is a road where silence stalks,
Where man, since his first dawn arose,
Out as upon a... [read poem]
and this my hope sits high for time must pass
 
 
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And this my hope sits high for time mus... [read poem]
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 wond'rous sh... [read poem]
unto this last
 
 
"UNTO this last" -- what is there in this Word
Should so betray the grasping Wor... [read poem]
yozgad iv: how like an ocean is existence here
 
 
How like an ocean is existence here,
Whose waves are days and moving follow on;
Each seven... [read poem]
yozgad xxiv: war that begins in man in nations ends
 
 
War that begins in Man in nations ends
To an appointed purpose. It is this:
That image of ... [read poem]

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