The Poetry Of Oliver Goldsmith: “Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.”
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Oliver Goldsmith was born in Ireland either in Pallas, County Longford or Smith Hill House in County Roscommon. Whilst it is now believed he was born on November 10th, 1730 other accounts date it between 1727 to 1731. At age 2 the family moved to the parsonage at Lissoy, between Athlone and Ballymahon his father having being appointed the rector of the parish of nearby Kilkenny West. By 1744 Goldsmith was enrolled at Trinity College, Dublin but fell rapidly behind in his studies on Theology and Law. He did however graduate with a Bachelor Of Arts in 1749. His time at Trinity appears to have given him a much finer education in fine clothes, cards, playing the flute and singing Irish airs. A short stint at Edinburgh and Leiden Universities resulting in him embarking on a walking tour of Europe through Flanders, France, Switzerland and northern Italy living on takings of his Flute busking. By 1756 he was resident in London, going through a series of jobs including an apothecary's assistant and an usher of a school. In 1760 he began to write a series of letters in the Public Ledger entitled The Citizen of the World. He wrote it from the perspective of a Chinese traveller to England, named Lien Chi, using this fictional outsider's to comment ironically and moralistically on British society and it’s manners. He was always in debt mainly due to a gambling addiction. He embarked on writing on a large scale for many publishers in London, mostly for money rather to produce work of great quality. Indeed given his undoubted talent as a playright and poet he squandered a large part of his talent. Those great works though brought him a fame that endures to today but also, at that time, the admiration and the friendship of Samuel Johnson with whom he helped to found "The Club". Perhaps Horace Walpole’s assertion that he was an ‘inspired idiot’ was more the general feeling given his determinedly bohemian and unorganised life style. It is said he planned to emigrate to America but missed his ship. He died somewhat prematurely on April 4th, 1774 of kidney infection and is buried in Temple Church. There is a monument to him at Westminster Abbey with an epitaph written by Samuel Johnson.
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The Poetry Of Oliver Goldsmith
Oliver Goldsmith was born in Ireland either in Pallas, County Longford or Smith Hill House in County Roscommon. Whilst it is now believed he was born on November 10th, 1730 other accounts date it between 1727 to 1731.
At age 2 the family moved to the parsonage at Lissoy, between Athlone and Ballymahon his father having being appointed the rector of the parish of nearby Kilkenny West.
By 1744 Goldsmith was enrolled at Trinity College, Dublin but fell rapidly behind in his studies on Theology and Law. He did however graduate with a Bachelor Of Arts in 1749. His time at Trinity appears to have given him a much finer education in fine clothes, cards, playing the flute and singing Irish airs. A short stint at Edinburgh and Leiden Universities resulting in him embarking on a walking tour of Europe through Flanders, France, Switzerland and northern Italy living on takings of his Flute busking.
By 1756 he was resident in London, going through a series of jobs including an apothecary's assistant and an usher of a school.
In 1760 he began to write a series of letters in the Public Ledger entitled The Citizen of the World. He wrote it from the perspective of a Chinese traveller to England, named Lien Chi, using this fictional outsider's to comment ironically and moralistically on British society and it’s manners.
He was always in debt mainly due to a gambling addiction. He embarked on writing on a large scale for many publishers in London, mostly for money rather to produce work of great quality. Indeed given his undoubted talent as a playright and poet he squandered a large part of his talent. Those great works though brought him a fame that endures to today but also, at that time, the admiration and the friendship of Samuel Johnson with whom he helped to found The Club
.
Perhaps Horace Walpole’s assertion that he was an ‘inspired idiot’ was more the general feeling given his determinedly bohemian and unorganised life style. It is said he planned to emigrate to America but missed his ship.
He died somewhat prematurely on April 4th, 1774 of kidney infection and is buried in Temple Church.
There is a monument to him at Westminster Abbey with an epitaph written by Samuel Johnson.
Index Of Poems
The Hermit
Parson Gray
A New Simile
A Sonnet
An Author's Bedchamber
An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog
An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize
An Epigram
Edwin And Angela, A Ballad
Eiplogue
Epilogue For Mr. Lee Lewes
Epilogue Intended To Have Been Spoken For 'She Stoops To Conquer'
Epilogue To 'She Stoops To Conquer'
Epilogue to the 'Good Natur'd Man'
Epilogue to 'The Sister'
Epitaph On Edward Purdon
Epitaph On Thomas Parnell
From 'She Stoops to Conquer' A Song
Letter In Prose And Verse To Mrs. Bunbury
Memory
On A Beautiful Youth Struck Blind With Lightning
On Seeing Mrs. ___ Perform In The Character Of ____
On The Death Of The Right Hounourable ____
Part Of A Prologue Written And Spoken By The Poet Laberius A Roman Knight, Whom Caesar Forced Upon The Stage
Prologue To 'Zobeide'
Retaliation: A Poem
Song From 'The Vicar Of Wakefield'
Song Intended To Have Been Sung In 'She Stoops To Conquer'
Stanzas On The Taking Of Quebec And The Death Of General Wolfe
The Clown's Reply
The Deserted Village
The Double Transformation, A Tale
The Gift (To Iris, In Bow Street, Covent Garden)
The Haunch Of Venison
The Logicians Refuted
The Poet Laberius
The Traveller; or, A Prospect Of Society (excerpt)
The Village Schoolmaster
Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - A Solemn Dirge
Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - Pastorale
To G. C. And R. L.
Translation
Translation Of A South American Ode
Verses In Reply To An Invitation To Dinner At Dr. Baker's
Vida's Game Of Chess
When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly
The Hermit
Turn, gentle Hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way,
To where yon taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.
For here forlorn and lost I tread,
With fainting steps and slow,
Where wilds, immeasurably spread,
Seem length'ning as I go."
Forbear, my son,
the Hermit cries,
"To tempt the dangerous gloom;
For yonder faithless phantom flies
To lure thee to thy doom.
"Here to the houseless child of want
My door is open still;
And though my portion is but scant,
I give it with good will.
"Then turn to-night, and freely share
Whate'er my cell bestows;
My rushy couch and frugal fare,
My blessing and repose.
"No flocks that range the valley free,
To slaughter I condemn;
Taught by that Power that pities me,
I learn to pity them;
"But from the mountain's grassy side,
A guiltless feast I bring;
A script with herbs and fruits supplied,
And water from the spring.
"Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego
All earth-born cares are wrong:
Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long."
Soft as the dew from heaven descends,
His gentle accents fall:
The modest stranger lowly bends,
And follows to the cell.
Far in the wilderness obscure,
The lonely mansion lay,
A refuge to the neighb'ring poor,
And strangers led astray.
No stores beneath its humble thatch
Required a master's care;
The wicket, opening with a latch,
Received the harmless pair.
And now, when busy crowds retire
To take their evening rest,
The Hermit trimm'd his little fire,
And cheer'd his pensive guest:
And spread his vegetable store,
And gaily press'd and smiled;
And skill'd in legendary lore,
The lingering hours beguiled.
Around, in sympathetic mirth,
Its tricks the kitten tries,
The cricket chirrups on the hearth,
The crackling fagot flies.
But nothing could a charm impart
To soothe the stranger's woe;
For grief was heavy at his heart,
And tears began to flow.
His rising cares the Hermit spied,
With answering care oppress'd;
And, Whence, unhappy youth,
he cried,
"The sorrows of thy breast?
"From better habitations spurn'd,
Reluctant dost thou rove?
Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,
Or unregarded love?
"Alas! the joys that fortune brings,
Are trifling, and decay;
And those who prize the paltry things,
More trifling still than they.
"And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep;
A shade that follows wealth or fame,
But leaves the wretch to weep?
"And love is still an emptier sound,
The modern fair one's jest;
On earth unseen, or only found
To warm the turtle's nest.
"For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush,
And spurn the sex," he said;
But while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Surprised, he sees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view;
Like colors o'er the morning skies,
As bright, as transient too.
The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarms:
The lovely stranger stands confess'd,
A maid in all her charms.
And, "Ah! forgive a stranger rude
A wretch, forlorn," she cried;
"Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude
Where heaven and you reside.
"But let a maid thy pity share,
Whom love has taught to stray;
Who seeks for rest, but finds despair
Companion of her way.
"My father lived beside the Tyne,
A wealthy lord was he:
And all his wealth was mark's as mine,
He had but only