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“But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies; My fortune leads to traverse reams alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.”

Quote by Oliver Goldsmith

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Goldsmith's miscellaneous works

This compilation encompasses a diverse range of works by Oliver Goldsmith, showcasing his versatility as a writer. It includes his famous plays, such as 'She Stoops to Conquer,' as well as poetry and essays that reflect his wit and social commentary. more

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Oliver Goldsmith
Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith was an Irish novelist, playwright, poet, and physician. He is best known for his novel 'The Vicar of Wakefield' and his plays 'She Stoops to Conquer' and 'The Good-Natur'd Man'. Goldsmith's works are characterized by their wit, humor, and moral depth. more

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