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William Oldys
William Oldys in 1795William Oldys (July 14, 1696 - April 15, 1761), was an English antiquarian and bibliographer. The natural son of Dr William Oldys, chancellor of Lincoln, London was probably his place of birth. His father had held the office of advocate of the admiralty, but lost it in 1693 because he would not prosecute as traitors and pirates the sailors who had served against England under James II. William Oldys, the younger, lost part of his small patrimony in the South Sea Bubble, and in 1724 went to Yorkshire, spending the greater part of the next six years as the guest of the Earl of Malton. On his return to London he found that his landlord had disposed of the books and papers left in his charge. Among these was an annotated copy of Gerard Langbaine's Dramatick Poets. The book came into the hands of Thomas Coxeter, and subsequently into those of Theophilus Cibber, furnishing the basis of the Lives of the Poets (1753) published with Cibber's name on the title page (though most of it was written by Robert Shiels). In 1731 Oldys sold his collections to Edward Harley, 2nd Earl of Oxford, who appointed him his literary secretary in 1738. Three years later Harley died, and from that time Oldys worked for the booksellers. His habits were irregular, and in 1751 his debts drove him to the Fleet prison. After two years' imprisonment he was released through the kindness of friends who paid his debts, and in April 1755 he was appointed Norfolk Herald Extraordinary and then Norroy King of Arms by the Duke of Norfolk.

"absent friends!"
 
 
“Absent Friends!” There are brought to mind again
The scent of the buddah-bush after the ra... [read poem]
the fly
 
 
An Anacreontick

BUSY, curious, thirsy Fly,
Gently drink,... [read poem]
how the fire queen crossed the swamp
 
 
The flood was down in the Wilga swamps, three feet over the mud,
And the teamsters camped on th... [read poem]
canadians
 
 
With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs,
With the trampling sound of twen... [read poem]
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