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6. With secret course which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

7. Thou spot of earth, where from my bosom
The first weak tones of nature rose,
Where first I cropp'd the stainless blossom
Of pleasure, yet unmix'd with woes;
Where, with my new-born powers delighted,
I tripp'd beneath a mother's hand-
In thee the quenchless flame was lighted,
That sparkles for my native land.

WALKER-From the Danish.

8. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home;
"T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

9. He enter'd in his house-his home no more,
For without hearts there is no home-and felt
The solitude of passing his own door
Without a welcome.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

10. The parted bosom clings to wonted home,

If aught, that's kindred, cheer the welcome hearth.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

11. 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'd so sweet to me as the spot where I was

born.

12. 'Mid pleasures and palaces tho' we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

J. H. PAYNE.

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DOUBT - DRAMA - DREAMS - SLEEP.

13. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection recalls them to view :-
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood,
And every lov'd spot which my infancy knew.

SAMUEL WOODWORTH.

14. 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.

15. And oh, the atmosphere of home! how bright
It floats around us when we sit together,
Under a bower of vine in summer weather,
Or round the hearth-stone on a winter's night!

PARK BENJAMIN.

16. Who, that in distant lands has chanc'd to roam, Ne'er thrill'd with pleasure at the name of home? J. T. WATSON.

DOUBT. (See CREDULITY.)

DRAMA.- (See ACTORS.)

DREAMS-SLEEP.

1. If I may trust the flatt'ring eye of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news to-morrow.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. Dreams are but children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Thus have I had thee, as a dream will flatter, In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. Come sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe;
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
The impartial judge between the high and low.

SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.

5. Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes ;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes;
And many monstrous forms in sleep we see,
Which neither were, nor are, nor e'er can be.

6. Tir'd nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays,
Where fortune smiles-the wretched he forsakes.

DRYDEN.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

7. When tir'd with vain rotations of the day, Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn.

8.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

Kind sleep affords

The only boon the wretched mind can feel;
A momentary respite from despair.

MURPHY.

9. Oh! thou best comforter of the sad heart,
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.
MRS. TIGHE'S Psyche.

10. Sleep is no servant of the will;

It has caprices of its own:
When courted most it lingers still,
When most pursued 't is swiftly gone.

BOWRING-From the Spanish.

11. To each and all, a fair good-night,

And rosy dreams, and slumbers light!

SCOTT.

208

DREAMS-SLEEP.

12. Well may dreams present us fictions, Since our waking moments teem With such fanciful convictions,

As make life itself a dream.

13. Tho' 't is all but a dream at the best, And still when happiest soonest o'er, Yet e'en in a dream to be blest,

Is so sweet that I ask for no more.

CAMPBELL.

MOORE.

14. Again in that accustom'd couch must creep,
Where joy subsides, and sorrow sighs to sleep,
And man, o'erlabour'd with his being's strife,
Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life:—
There lie love's feverish hopes, and cunning's guile,
Hate's working brain, and lull'd ambition's wile;
O'er each vain eye oblivion's pinions wave,
And quench'd existence crouches in a grave.

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16. I would recall a vision which I dream'd,
Perchance in sleep, for in itself a thought,
A slumb'ring thought, is capable of years,
And curdles a long life into one hour.

BYRON'S Dream.

17. And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and torture, and the touch of joy;
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils;
They do divide our being; they become
A portion of ourselves as of our time,
And look like heralds of eternity.

BYRON'S Dream.

18. The sweet siesta of a summer's day.

19. Alas! that dreams are only dreams! That fancy cannot give

A lasting beauty to those forms,

Which scarce a moment live!

20. But ah! 't is gone, 't is gone, and never Mine such waking bliss can be ;

BYRON'S Island.

Oh! I would sleep, would sleep for ever,

Could I thus but dream of thee!

RUFUS DAWES.

FRISBIE.

21. Where his thoughts on the pinions of fancy shall roam,
And in slumber revisit his love and his home-
When the eyes of affection with tenderness gleam ;—
Oh! who would awake from so blissful a dream?

22. When sleep's calm wing is on my brow, And dreams of peace my spirit lull,

Before me, like a misty star,

That form floats dim and beautiful.

W. KELLY.

G. D. PRENtice.

23. Strange is the power of dreams! who has not felt,
When in the morning light such visions melt,
How the veil'd soul, tho' struggling to be free,
Rul'd by that deep, unfathom'd mystery,
Wakes, haunted by the thoughts of good or ill,
Whose shading influence pursues us still ?

MRS. NORTON's Dream.

DRESS. (See APPAREL.)

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