Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.
Oliver Goldsmith
Blest that abode, where want ...
Quotes from the same author
Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Oliver Goldsmith
As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.
Oliver Goldsmith
Silence is become his mother tongue.
Oliver Goldsmith
Life has been compared to a race, but the allusion improves by observing, that the most swift are usually the least manageable and the most likely to stray from the course. Great abilities have always been less serviceable to the possessors than moderate ones.
Oliver Goldsmith
Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire
To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;
Blest that abode, where want and pain repair,
And every stranger finds a ready chair
Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jest or pranks, that never fail,
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale,
Or press the bashful stranger to his food,
And learn the luxury of doing good.
Oliver Goldsmith
