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Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we;
Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.
Mary Howitt
An exile from home splendour dazzles in vain,
Oh give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gayly, that came at my call,
Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all
J. Howard Payne
’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there ’s no place like home
J. Howard Payne
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake
The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;
The swan on still St. Mary’s Lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
William Wordsworth
Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.
They grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee
Felicia Dorothea (Browne) Hemans (1793–1835)
Peace and rest at length have come
All the day’s long toil is past,
And each heart is whispering, “Home,
Home at last.”
Thomas Hood (1799–1845)
While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
William Cowper (1731–1800)
Such is the patriot’s boast, where’er we roam,—
His first, best country ever is at home.
Oliver Goldsmith (1730?–1774)
Type of the wise who soar but never roam,
True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
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