Oliver Goldsmith, "An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog" (1766)

[med_cat]

Oliver Goldsmith, "An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog" (1766)

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

Comments

[browngirl]

Hee

[med_cat]

;)

[notabler]

Nice one!

[med_cat]

Pleased you liked it ;)

(I've a good number of poems in this LJ under the "poem of the day" tag, if you would like more ;))

[notabler]

I have read most of them, but it's difficult to comment poetry. It's not very clever way to write every day "nice" ))

[med_cat]

Haha, you don't have to comment, just thought I'd mention in case you wanted more poems ;)

(also, the greatpoets comm and the exceptindreams often have poems I enjoy--check them out if you haven't already)

I must read your brother's poems soon, you provided a link to his LJ, etc. the other week.

Also, btw, you can comment in Russian if you'd rather, I'm bilingual and don't mind either way;)