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.
The Poems and Plays of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B. (ed. 1818)
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.
The Poems and Plays of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B. (ed. 1818)