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Oliver Goldsmith (November 10, 1730(?) – April 4, 1774) was an Irish writer and physician known for his novel The Vicar of Wakefield (1766), his pastoral poem The Deserted Village (1770) (written in memory of his brother), and his plays The Good-natur'd Man (1768) and She Stoops to Conquer (1773).
He was the son of an Anglican cleric and grew up in Athlone in Ireland. He earned his Bachelor of Arts in 1749 at Trinity College, Dublin, studying theology and law but never getting as far as ordination. He later studied medicine at the University of Edinburgh and the University of Leiden, then toured Europe, living on his wits. On his return, he settled in London, where he worked as an apothecary's assistant. Perennially in debt, Goldsmith had a massive output as a hack writer for the publishers of London, but his few painstaking works earned him the company of Samuel Johnson, along with whom he was a founding member of "The Club."
He was buried in Temple Church. There is a monument to him in Westminster Abbey with an epitaph written by Samuel Johnson.
Goldsmith's birth date is not known for certain. According
to the Library of Congress authority file, he told
a biographer that he was born on November 29, 1731 or
perhaps 1730. Other sources have indicated November 10,
on any year from 1727 to 1731. November 10, 1730 is now
the most commonly accepted birth date, according to the
Encyclopedia Britannica.
Notable Works *The Citizen of the World (1762)
*The Traveller (1764)
*The Vicar of Wakefield (1766)
*The Good-natur'd Man (1768)
*The Deserted Village (1770)
*She Stoops to Conquer (1773)
See Auburn, for the influence of The Deserted Village.
...(more on Wikipedia)
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