Lloyd.—Arcadia, Scene I.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d,
As home his footsteps he hath turn’d,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

Scott.—Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI. Stanza 1.

Home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polish’d friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.

Thomson.—Autumn, Line 65.

The duteous son, the sire decay’d,
The modest matron, and the blushing maid,
Forced from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main;
Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara stuns with thundering sound.

Goldsmith.—The Traveller, Line 407.

HOME.—There is no place like home.

J. Howard Payne.—A Song, “Home, Sweet Home.” 1.

What happy gale

Blows You to Padua here, from old Verona? 2. Such wind as scatters young men through the world, To seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows.

Shakespeare.—Taming of the Shrew, Act I. Scene 2. (Hortensio to Petruchio.)

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Shakespeare.—Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act I. Scene 1. (Valentine to Proteus.)


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