Who is Oliver Goldsmith?

  • (noun): Irish writer of novels and poetry and plays and essays (1728-1774).
    Synonyms: Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith (10 November 1730 – 4 April 1774) was an Anglo-Irish writer and poet, who is best known for his novel The Vicar of Wakefield (1766), his pastoral poem The Deserted Village (1770), and his plays The Good-Natur'd Man (1768) and She Stoops to Conquer (1771, first performed in 1773). He also wrote An History of the Earth and Animated Nature. He is thought to have written the classic children's tale The History of Little Goody Two-Shoes, the source of the phrase "goody two-shoes".

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... Goldsmith lived in Kingsbury, now in London between 1771–1774 and the Oliver Goldsmith Primary School and Goldsmith Lane there are named after him ... In the play Marx In Soho by Howard Zinn, Marx makes a reference to Goldsmiths' poem, The Deserted Village ... a new lecture theatre and student accommodation on the Trinity College campus Goldsmith Hall ...
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... It is believed that the poet, playwright and novelist Oliver Goldsmith may have been born in an earlier house on the site while his mother, Ann ... Oliver Jones and wife ... John Lloyd, a kinsman of Oliver Goldsmith ...

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    I have known a German Prince with more titles than subjects, and a Spanish nobleman with more names than shirts.
    Oliver Goldsmith (1728–1774)

    Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain,
    Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain,
    Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid,
    And parting summer’s lingering blooms delayed,
    Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease,
    Seats of my youth, when every sport could please,
    How often have I loitered o’er the green,
    Where humble happiness endeared each scene.
    —Oliver Goldsmith (1730?–1774)

    the hatchlings wake in the swaying branches,
    in the silver baskets,
    and love the world.
    Is it necessary to say any more?
    Have you heard them singing in the wind, above the final fields?
    Have you ever been so happy in your life?
    —Mary Oliver (b. 1935)