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When the hornet hangs in the holly hock,
And the brown bee drones i' the rose,
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When the hornet hangs in the holly hock,
And the brown bee drones i' the rose,
And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock,
And summer is near its close--
It's--Oh, for the gate, and the locust lane;
And dusk, and dew, and home again!
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home
There is no place more delightful than one's own fireside.
[Lat., Nullus est locus domestica sede jucundior.]
There is no place more delightful than one's own fireside.
[Lat., Nullus est locus domestica sede jucundior.]
My home is in Heaven. I\'m just traveling through this world.
My home is in Heaven. I\'m just traveling through this world.
A house is a machine for living in.
A house is a machine for living in.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.
There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.
A comfortable house is a great source of happiness. It ranks immediately after health and a good conscience.
A comfortable house is a great source of happiness. It ranks immediately after health and a good conscience.
