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When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that read more
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my read more
I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my life bringing up a young and inexperienced house.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
And when the day arrives I'll become the sky and I'll become the sea and the sea will come to read more
And when the day arrives I'll become the sky and I'll become the sea and the sea will come to kiss me for I am going home. Nothing can stop me now.
For a man's house is his castle.
For a man's house is his castle.
Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.
Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.
What the Nation must realize is that the home, when both parents work, is non-existent. Once we have honestly faced read more
What the Nation must realize is that the home, when both parents work, is non-existent. Once we have honestly faced that fact, we must act accordingly.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
When the hornet hangs in the holly hock,
And the brown bee drones i' the rose,
And read more
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!