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• The Auld House

  Oh, the auld house, the auld house,—
  What though the rooms were wee?
  Oh! kind hearts were dwelling there, …

  Carolina, Lady Nairne

• The House Beautiful

  A Naked house, a naked moor,
  A shivering pool before the door,
  A garden bare of flowers and fruit, …

  Robert Louis Stevenson

• “If we knew”

  Or, Blessings of To-day
  IF we knew the woe and heart-ache
  That await us on the road; …

  May Riley Smith

• The Soldier’s Dream

  Our bugles sang truce,—for the night-cloud had lowered,
  And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
  And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, …

  Thomas Campbell

• The Happy Mother

  An’ O! may I never live single again,
  I wish I may never live single again;
  I hae a gudeman, an’ a hame o’ my ain, …

  Alexander Laing

• Tired Mothers

  A Little elbow leans upon your knee,
  Your tired knee that has so much to bear;
  A child’s dear eyes are looking lovingly …

  May Riley Smith

• Not One to Spare

  “which shall it be? Which shall it be?”
  I looked at John—John looked at me
  (Dear, patient John, who loves me yet …

  Anonymous

• Seven Times Six

  Giving in Marriage
  TO bear, to nurse, to rear,
  To watch, and then to lose: …

  Jean Ingelow

• “I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled”

  I Knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled
  Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,
  And I said, “If there ’s peace to be found in the world, …

  Thomas Moore

• The Ingle-Side

  It ’s rare to see the morning bleeze
  Like a bonfire frae the sea,
  It ’s fair to see the burnie kiss …

  Hew Ainslie

• By the Fireside

  What is it fades and flickers in the fire,
  Mutters and sighs, and yields reluctant breath,
  As if in the red embers some desire, …

  Lucy Larcom

• My Ain Fireside

  I Hae see great anes and sat in great ha’s,
  ’Mang lords and fine ladies a’ covered wi’ braws,
  At feasts made for princes wi’ princes I ’ve been, …

  Elizabeth Hamilton

• A Winter-Evening Hymn to My Fire

  O Thou of home the guardian Lar,
  And, when our earth hath wandered far
  Into the cold, and deep snow covers …

  James Russell Lowell

• The Cotter’s Saturday Night

  Inscribed to R. Aiken, Esq.
  “Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
  Their homely joys and destiny obscure; …

  Robert Burns

• A New England Home in Winter

  From “Snow-Bound”
  THE SUN that brief December day
  Rose cheerless over hills of gray, …

  John Greenleaf Whittier

• Heart-Rest

  From “Philip Van Artevelde”
  THE HEART of man, walk in which way it will,
  Sequestered or frequented, smooth or rough, …

  Sir Henry Taylor

• Homeward Bound

  From the Latin by Theodore Martin
  DEAR Sirmio, that art the very eye
  Of islands and peninsulas, that lie …

  Gaius Valerius Catullus

• The Wanderer’s Home

  From “The Traveller”
  REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
  Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po, …

  Oliver Goldsmith

• A Picture

  The Farmer sat in his easy-chair,
  Smoking his pipe of clay,
  While his hale old wife, with busy care, …

  Charles Gamage Eastman

• In the Cellar

  From “Bitter Sweet”
  SIXTEEN barrels of cider
  Ripening all in a row! …

  Josiah Gilbert Holland

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