Best Goldsmith Poems


Oh the Glory of Her Sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize By Oliver Goldsmith

ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE 

Good people all, with one accord, 
    Lament for Madam Blaize, 
Who never wanted a good word-- 
    From those who spoke her praise. 

The needy seldom pass'd her door, 
    And always found her kind; 
She freely lent to all the poor-- 
    Who left a pledge behind. 

She strove the neighborhood to please 
    With manners wondrous winning; 
And never follow'd wicked ways-- 
    Unless when she was sinning. 

At church, in silks and satins new, 
    With hoop of monstrous size, 
She never slumber'd in her pew-- 
    But when she shut her eyes. 

Her love was sought, I do aver, 
    By twenty beaux and more; 
The King himself has follow'd her-- 
    When she has walk'd before. 

But now, her wealth and finery fled, 
    Her hangers-on cut short all; 
The doctors found, when she was dead-- 
    Her last disorder mortal. 

Let us lament, in sorrow sore, 
    For Kent Street well may say, 
That had she lived a twelvemonth more 
    She had not died to-day. 

                                    Oliver Goldsmith.

Premium Member I Am A Coconut Tree by Paula Goldsmith

Just having some fun.... Thanks to Paula

Premium Member Clerihew Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith wrote plays&verse when he could
though disfigured with smallpox in childhood
Best known for'Deserted Village'
a discursive poem for that age


Premium Member A Dedicated Verse To Paula Goldsmith Based On Her Words-Few the Words To Tell Her I Love Her

few the words
To so tell her
I shall tell her

In few  words
O' that I love her
If those words 

So few the words
Yet much said 
to her heart 

So I said 
I love you so 
Midst  daylight gatherings 
So few the words

Bonding affairs agape- I copy 
The souls coils biblical cord
Attached love 

Behold shall I say 
If you want love 
God's daughter 
So few the words

Every song God's daughter 
Tells of her
 I love her, so few the words

For the words angels, Sing!
Her spirit brings forth spring
Few the words

3/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

A Goldsmiths Advice

To line the inside of a pipe, we first find safety equipment; Next, we secure the pipe in place and point it in the correct direction, so molten gold doesn't set fire to the workshop. (when it has been poured through)

After this, we gather the unrefined gold and gently lower it into the furnace until molten, then separate any impurities. Once refined, we pour the gold through the pipe (wearing safety equipment), making sure none of it spills in the process.

We leave the pipe to settle until cool;

To create thicker layers of gold within the pipe, we repeat the same process. If the gold is molten, refined, and moving through, the pipe will not block or burst. If the pipe is pointing in the correct direction, there will be no wasted gold or fire hazard.

Minor burns are expected and managed during the process.

I Am the goldsmith. This is my advice.

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