Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village,
Now again reduced to tillage;
Once happiest village of the plain,
Place now you look for it in vain;
There but one man he doth make rich,
And hundreds struggle in the ditch;
"Ill fare the land to many ills a prey
Where wealth accumelates but men decay."
His honest Vicar of Wakefield
Forever he will pleasure yield.
Irish Poets: Oliver Goldsmith
James Mcintyre
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Poem topics: forever, pleasure, wealth, place, plain, struggle, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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