There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.
There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.
Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings All desired and timely things. All whom morning sends to roam, Hesper loves to lead them home. Home return who him behold, Child to mother, sheep to fold, Bird to nest from wandering wide Happy bridegroom, seek your bride.
Of all the passions of mankind, the love of novelty most rules the mind. In search of this, from realm to realm we roam. Our fleets come loaded with every folly home.
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, theres no place like home.
For I mean to roam and think and make great irons red-hot.
No sign nor countersign have I,
Through many lands I roam
The whole world over far and wide,
To exiles all at Christmastide,
From those who love them tenderly
I bring a thought of home.
If your love be forced from home,
And you dare enough, and your heart be stout,
The world is your own to roam.
Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam?
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
Never believe that true prayer consists in mere babbling, reciting so many psalms and vigils, saying your beads while you allow your thoughts to roam.
I love to swim in the nude and roam around the house in the nude. You're just as free as a bird!
If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home.
Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
I never look at a note. I just roam the stage. The people do not want to leave.
I always carry lots of stuff with me wherever I roam, always weighted down with books, with cassettes, with pens and paper, just in case I get the urge to sit down somewhere, and oh, I don't know, read something or write my masterpiece.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories