370 HOME HOME
At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze;
While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard,
Displays her cleanly platter on the board.
| author = Goldsmith
| work = The Traveller. L. 191.
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part'which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
| author = Goldsmith
| work = The Traveller. L. 429.
What if in Scotland's wilds we veil'd our head,
Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed;
Where the rug's two-fold use we might display,
By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
E. B. G.—Attributed in the British Museum
Cat. to Edward Burnaby Greene. (1764)
The Satires of Juvenal ParaphrasticaRy
Imitated, and adapted to the Times.
The stately Homes of England,
How beautiful they stand!
Amidst their tall ancestral trees,
O'er all the pleasant land.
Felicia D. Hemans—Homes of England.
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| text = My house, my house, though thou art small,
Thou art to me the Escurial.
| author = Herbert
| work = 1—Jacula Prudentum. No. 416.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
Homer—Odyssey. Bk. XIII. L. 38
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Peace and rest at length have come,
All the day's long toil is past;
And each heart is whispering, "Home,
Home at last!"
Hood—Home At Last.
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| text = Who hath not met with home-made bread,
A heavy compound of putty and lead—
And home-made wines that rack the head,
And home-made liquors and waters?
Home-made pop that will not foam,
And home-made dishes that drive one from
home—
Home-made by the homely daughters.
Hood—Miss Kilmansegg.
The beauty of the house is order,
The blessing of the house is contentment,
The glory of the house is hospitality.
House Motto.
Appeles us'd to paint a good housewife upon a
snayl; which intimated that she should be as slow
from gadding abroad, and when she went she
should carry her house upon her back; that is,
she should make all sure at home.
Howell—Parly of Beasts. (1660) P. 58.
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I think some orator commenting upon that fate
said that though the winds of heaven might
whistle around an Englishman's cottage, the
King of England could not.
John J. Ingalls. In the U. S. Senate. May
, 1880.
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| text = <poem>As a lodge in a garden of cucumbers.
Isaiah. I. 8.
Our law calleth a man's house, his castle,
meaning that he may defend himselfe therein.
Lambard—Eiren. II. VII. 257. (1588)
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| text = <poem>Cling to thy home! If there the meanest shed
Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head,
And some poor plot, with vegetables stored,
Be all that Heaven allots thee for thy board,
Unsavory bread, and herbs that scattered grow
Wild on the river-brink or mountain-brow;
Yet e'en this cheerless mansion shall provide
More heart's repose than all the world beside.
LEONmAs—Home.
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander they know not where
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Song. St. 1.
A house of dreams untold,
It looks out over the whispering treetops,
And faces the setting sun.
Edward Macdowell. Heading to From a
Log Cabin. Inscribed on memorial tablet
near his grave.
I in my own house am an emperor,
And will defend what's mine.
| author = Massinger
| work = Roman Actor. Act I. Sc. 2.
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| text = <poem>It is for homely features to keep home.
They had their name thence.
| author = Milton
| work = Comus. L. 748.
Far from all resort of mirth,
Save the cricket on the hearth.
| author = Milton
| work = Il Penseroso. L. 81.
His home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
Montgomery—West Indies. Pt. III. L. 67.
Who has not felt how sadly sweet
The dream of home, the dream of home,
Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet,
When far o'er sea or land we roam?
Moore—The Dream of Home. St. 1.
Subduing and subdued, the petty strife,
Which clouds the colour of domestic life;
The sober comfort, all the peace which springs
From the large aggregate of little things;
On these small cares of daughter, wife or friend,
The almost sacred joys of home depend.
Hannah More—Sensibility.
