Peace and rest at length have comeAll the day's long toil is past,And each heart is whispering, 'Home,Home at last.
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I saw old Autumn in the misty mornStand shadowless like silence, listeningTo silence, for no lonely bird would singInto his hollow ear from woods forlorn,Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; --Shaking his languid locks all dewy brightWith tangled gossamer that fell by night,Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.
Oh! would I were dead now Or up in my bed now To cover my head now And have a good cry!
O God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!
No shade no shine no butterflies no bees No fruits no flowers no leaves no birds November!
English I remember I remember The house where I was born The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past And each heart is whispering "Home Home at last!"
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow hard and cold
O bed! O bed! Delicious bed! That heaven on earth to the weary head!
It is not linen you're wearing out But human creatures' lives.
There are three things which the public will always clamor for sooner or later: namely novelty novelty novelty.
Oh God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!
The year's in the wane There is nothing adoring The night has no eve And the day has no morning Cold winter gives warning!
When Eve upon the first of men The apple pressed with specious cant Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not adamant.
When Eve upon the first of MenThe apple press__ with specious cant,Oh! what a thousand pities thenThat Adam was not adamant!