204 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 Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where, THOMSON'S Seasons. Domestic happiness! thou only bliss COWPER'S Task. His warm but simple home, where he enjoys, COWPER'S Task. Man, through all ages of revolving time, Around, in sympathetic mirth, Its tricks the kitten tries, J. MONTGOMERY. GOLDSMITH. DOMESTIC AFFAIRS - HOME, With secret course which no loud storms annoy, GOLLSMITH'S Traveller Thou spot of earth, where from my bosom 20 WALKER-From the Danish. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; BYRON'S Don Juan. He enter'd in his house-his home no more, Without a welcome. BYRON'S Don Juan. The parted bosom clings to wonted home, If aught, that's kindred, cheer the welcome hearth. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 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 viewI've seen them in their twilight pride, and in their dress of morn, But none appear'd so sweet to me as the spot where I was born. 'Mid pleasures and palaces tho' we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. J. H. PAYNE. POS DOUBT - DRAMA - DREAMS - SLEEP. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, A neat little cottage in front of a grove, Where in youth they first gave their young hearts up to love. Was the solace of age, and to them doubly dear, As it call'd up the past with a smile or a tear. And oh, the atmosphere of home! how bright PARK BENJAMIN. Who, that in distant lands has chanc'd to roam, My dreams presage some joyful news to-morrow. SHAKSPLARE. Dreams are but children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. SHAKSPEARE, Thus have I had thee, as a dream will flatter, In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter. SHAKSPEARE. DREAMS-SLEEP. Come sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace, 207 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; Tir'd nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! DRYDEN. 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; Oh! thou best comforter of the sad heart, MURPHY. When fortune's spite assails-come, gentle sleep, The weary mourner soothe! For well the art Thou know'st in soft forgetfulness to steep The eyes which sorrow taught to watch and weep. Sleep is no servant of the will; MRS. TIGHE'S Psyche. It has caprices of its own: BOWRING-From the Spanish To each and all, a fair good-night, SCOTT 208 DREAMS-SLEEP, Well may dreams present us fictions, As make life itself a dream. Tho' 't is all but a dream at the best, Is so sweet that I ask for no more. CAMPBELL MOORE Again in that accustom'd couch must creep, BYRON'S Lara. My slumbers if I slumber—are not sleep, BYRON'S Manfred. I would recall a vision which I dream'd, BYRON'S Dream And dreams in their development have breath, BYRON'S Dream |