An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog by Oliver Goldsmith
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;
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"Good people all, of every sort,..."
"An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog" by Oliver Goldsmith is a sad and love english poem consisting of 39 lines. This English poem by Oliver Goldsmith demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song;...", this piece explores themes of sad and love through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Oliver Goldsmith's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.