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Home, Sweet Home! Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there ’s no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere. Home, Home, sweet, sweet Home! There ’s no place... Poet: John Howard Payne	O Ye Sweet Heavens! O ye sweet heavens! your silence is to me More than all music. With what full delight I come down to my dwelling by the sea And look from out the lattice on the night! There the same glories burn serene and bright As in my boyhood; and if I am old ... Poet: Thomas William Parsons	“Sweet stream that winds” Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid,— Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world’s gay, busy throng; With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; Graceful and useful all she... Poet: William Cowper	Home, Sweet Home From “Clari, the Maid of Milan” MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there ’s no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere. Home, Home, sweet... Poet: John Howard Payne
“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought” Sonnet Xxx. when to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends... Poet: William Shakespeare	“Ah, how sweet” From “Tyrannic Love,” Act IV. Sc. 1. AH, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach love’s fire! Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Sighs which... Poet: John Dryden	Sweet Meeting of Desires From “The Angel in the House” I GREW assured, before I asked, That she ’d be mine without reserve, And in her unclaimed graces basked At leisure, till the time should serve,— With just enough of dread to thrill The hope, and make it trebly... Poet: Coventry Patmore	“My sweet sweeting” From a MS. Temp. Henry VIII. AH, my sweet sweeting; My little pretty sweeting, My sweeting will I love wherever I go; She is so proper and pure, Full, steadfast, stable, and demure, There is none such, you may be sure,... Poet: Anonymous
“So sweet love seemed” So sweet love seemed that April morn, When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change. But I can tell—let truth be told— That love will change in growing old; Though day by day... Poet: Robert Bridges	“Spring, the sweet spring” Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country-houses gay, Lambs frisk and... Poet: Thomas Nashe