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Two poems by Oliver Goldsmith
"When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly" and "An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog"
When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can sooth her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom—is to die.
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 wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
In Islington there was a man
Of whom the world might say,
That still a godly race he ran—
Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad—
When he put on his clothes.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.
This dog and man at first were friends;
But when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.
Around from all the neighbouring streets
The wond'ring neighbours ran,
And swore the dog had lost its wits
To bite so good a man.
The wound it seemed both sore and sad
To every Christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.
But soon a wonder came to light
That showed the rogues they lied,—
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died!
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774) was an Irish poet, novelist, playwright and all-around writer’s writer. In large part through his partnership with another prolific pen, Samuel Johnson, he managed to accomplish something rare in literary history—he produced one play, one novel, and one poem which have each been rated as a major work of literature. Best known for his only novel, The Vicar of Wakefield (1766), and one of a few plays, She Stoops to Conquer (1771), Goldsmith also wrote poems, including “The Deserted Village,” which also stands as a landmark of English literature, anticipating the fascination with ruins and decay expressed by many of the works of the Romantic poets of a later generation. His work served as a major influence on the veritable pantheon of English novelists, including Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, and George Eliot.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Two poems by Oliver Goldsmith
"When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly" and "An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog"
Two poems by Oliver Goldsmith
"When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly" and "An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog"
When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can sooth her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom—is to die.
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 wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
In Islington there was a man
Of whom the world might say,
That still a godly race he ran—
Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad—
When he put on his clothes.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.
This dog and man at first were friends;
But when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.
Around from all the neighbouring streets
The wond'ring neighbours ran,
And swore the dog had lost its wits
To bite so good a man.
The wound it seemed both sore and sad
To every Christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.
But soon a wonder came to light
That showed the rogues they lied,—
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died!
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774) was an Irish poet, novelist, playwright and all-around writer’s writer. In large part through his partnership with another prolific pen, Samuel Johnson, he managed to accomplish something rare in literary history—he produced one play, one novel, and one poem which have each been rated as a major work of literature. Best known for his only novel, The Vicar of Wakefield (1766), and one of a few plays, She Stoops to Conquer (1771), Goldsmith also wrote poems, including “The Deserted Village,” which also stands as a landmark of English literature, anticipating the fascination with ruins and decay expressed by many of the works of the Romantic poets of a later generation. His work served as a major influence on the veritable pantheon of English novelists, including Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, and George Eliot.
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