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DOMESTIC AFFAIRS - HOME.
If earth's whole orb, by some due distanc'd eye,
Young's Night Thoughts
DOMESTIC AFFAIRS - HOME,
Home is the resort
His warm but simple home, where he enjoys,
J. MONTGOMERT. Around, in sympathetic mirth,
Its tricks the kitten tries,
With secret course which no loud storms annoy,
GollSMITH's Traveller Thou spot of earth, where from my
The first weak tones of nature rose, Where first I cropp’d the stainless blossom
Of pleasure, yet unmix'd with woes;
I tripp'd beneath a mother's hand-
WALKER-From the Danish 'T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcoine as we draw near home;
Byron's Don Juan. He enter'd in his house--his home no more,
For without hearts there is no home-and felt
BYRON's Don Juan.
Byron's Childe Karold. I've wander'd on thro' many a clime where flowers of
beauty grew, Where all was blissful to the heart and lovely to the view I've seen them in their twilight pride, and in their dress of
morn, But none appear's so sweet to me as the spot where I was
'Mid pleasures and palaces tho’ we may roam,
J. H. PAYNE.
How dear to this heart are the scenes of
up to lore.
And oh, the atmosphere of home! how bright
It floats around us when we sit together,
Under a bower of vine in summer weather,
J. T. WATSON.
DREAMS - SLEEP.
If I may trust the flatt'ring eye of sleep,
Come sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe;
Sir PHILIP SIDNEY.
DRYDEN. Tir'd nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays, Where fortune smiles—the wretched he forsakes.
Young's Night Thoughts. When tir'd with vain rotations of the day, Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn.
Young's Night Thoughts. Kind sleep affords The only boon the wretched mind can feel; A momentary respite from despair.
MURPHY. Oh! thou best comforter of the sad heart,
When fortune's spite assails--come, gentle sleep,
Thou know'st in soft forgetfulness to steep
Mrs. TIGHE's Psyche. Sleep is no servant of the will;
It has caprices of its own:
Bowring—From the Spanish
DREAMS - SLEEP,
Well may dreams present us fictions,
Since our waking moments teem
And still when happiest soonest o'er,