Irish Poets: Oliver Goldsmith

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.