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Pity and friendship are two passions incompatible with each other.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Oliver Goldsmith
Age: 43 †
Born: 1730
Born: November 10
Died: 1774
Died: April 4
Dramaturge
Essayist
Literary Critic
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Physician
Physician Writer
Playwright
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Elphin
County Roscommon
Oliver Goldsmit
Doctor Goldsmith
Oliverio Goldsmith
Oliverus Goldsmith
Olver Goldsmith
Olivier Goldsmith
Dottor Golssmith
Tom Telescope
Solomon Winlove
James Willington
Author of the Vicar of Wakefield
Dr Goldsmith
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As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure but there's no love lost between us.
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Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
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The wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise.
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At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down, the monarch of a shed Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board.
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