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Oliver Goldsmith Quotes - Page 13

The jests of the rich are ever successful.

The jests of the rich are ever successful.

Oliver Goldsmith (1809). “The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale”, p.39

Hope, like the gleaming taper

Oliver Goldsmith (1837). “The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: Including a Variety of Pieces”, p.88

To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

Oliver Goldsmith, Walter MACLEOD (of the Royal Military Asylum, Chelsea.) (1858). “Goldsmith's Deserted village, with remarks on the analysis of sentences, exercises in parsing, notes ... and a life of the poet ... By Walter M'Leod”, p.71

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

Oliver Goldsmith (1845). “The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale”, p.96

Is it that Nature, attentive to the preservation of mankind, increases our wishes to live, while she lessens our enjoyments, and as she robs the senses of every pleasure, equips imag-ination in the spoil?

Oliver Goldsmith (1816). “The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings : Enriched with an Elegant Portrait of the Author”, p.258

Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself.

Oliver Goldsmith (1816). “The Vicar of Wakefield”, p.10

Death when unmasked shows us a friendly face and is a terror only at a distance.

Oliver Goldsmith, David Masson (1869). “The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith”, p.693

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Oliver Goldsmith (1871). “The works of Oliver Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield, select poems and comedies, with intr., notes and a life by J.F. Waller”, p.199

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

Oliver Goldsmith (1830). “The vicar of Wakefield, etc. (University edition.)”, p.217

Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.

Oliver Goldsmith (1850). “Goldsmith's Vicar of Wakefield, Citizen of the world, Poetical works, etc”, p.111

Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.

Oliver Goldsmith (1833). “Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With a New Life of the Author”, p.178