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Home life is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo
To be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labor tends, and of which every desire prompts the prosecution
Type of the wise who soar but never roam,
True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
To a Skylark
Plain living and high thinking are no more.
The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
And pure religion breathing household laws.
The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
And pure religion breathing household laws.
O, Friend! I know not which way I must look
Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.
They have to take you in.
The Death of the Hired Man, 1914
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Mending Wall, 1914
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first, best country ever is at home.
His first, best country ever is at home.
The Traveller
The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.
The Deserted Village
The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright.
The house is full of life and light.
The house is full of life and light.
Old Proverbs, Wise Sayings
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