John Oldham was an English satirical poet and translator.
Life and Work
Oldham was born in Shipton Moyne, Gloucestershire, the son of John Oldham, a non-conformist minister, and grandson of John Oldham the staunch anti-papist rector of Shipton Moyne and before that of Long Newton in Wiltshire. He was educated first at Tetbury grammar school, then at St. Edmund Hall at the University of Oxford, where the Principal was Thomas Tully, an ex-headmaster from Oldham's school at Tetbury. Tully was "a person of severe morals, puritanically inclined and a struict Calvinist.
Oldham received a B. A. degree in May 1674. He became an usher at the Whitgift School in Croydon,... more »
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John Oldham Poems
A Quiet Soul
Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep, As if humanity were lull'd asleep; So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath, Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise,
The Careless Good Fellow
1 A pox of this fooling, and plotting of late, 2 What a pother, and stir has it kept in the state? 3 Let the rabble run mad with suspicions, and fears, 4 Let them scuffle, and jar, till they go by the ears:
A Satire, in Imitation of the Third of J...
1Though much concern'd to leave my dear old friend, 2I must however his design commend 3Of fixing in the country: for were I 4As free to choose my residence, as he;
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''And all your future lies beneath your hat.''John Oldham (1653-1683), British poet. Lines to a Friend About to Leave the University.
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A Quiet Soul
Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep,
As if humanity were lull'd asleep;
So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,
Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise,
Or the soft journey which a planet goes:
Life seem'd all calm as its last breath.
A still tranquillity so hush'd thy breast,
As if some Halcyon were its guest,
And there had built her nest;
It hardly now enjoys a greater rest.