Memory Poem by Oliver Goldsmith

Memory

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O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain:

Thou, like the world, th' oppress'd oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe:
And he who wants each other blessing
In thee must ever find a foe.

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Tyba Khan 30 April 2018

Only 8 lines , he wrote

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Oliver Goldsmith

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County Longford / Ireland
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