Oliver Goldsmith

1728 - 1774

A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on hope

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Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Captivity

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on death, expectation, and hope

To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Captivity

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith

Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Traveller

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on companions, health, ignorance, innocence, and wealth

His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Deserted Village

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith

Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Traveller

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on good

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Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Traveller

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on friendship

He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: Retaliation

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on time

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The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: She Stoops to Conquer

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on children, good, and sharing

Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Deserted Village

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A Quote by Oliver Goldsmith on cities, immortality, posterity, and sorrow

What cities, as great as this, have . . . promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others. . . . Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)

Source: The Bee, No. 4

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