Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the read more
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,
And guide my lonely way
To where you taper cheers the read more
Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,
And guide my lonely way
To where you taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.
And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd,
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd,
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.