An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog
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Oliver Goldsmith
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An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-74)
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
In Islington there was a man
Of whom the world might say,
That still a godly race he ran—
Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad—
When he put on hi...
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