Theres a strange something, which without a brain Fools feel, and which een wise men cant explain, Planted in man, to bind him to that earth, In dearest ties, from whence he drew his birth. Churchill.The Farewell, Line 63.
Sir Walter Rawleigh, on his return to prison, while some were deploring his fate, said, that the world itself is but a larger prison, out of which some are daily selected for execution. Disraeli.Curiosities of Literature, Vol. III. Page 126.
Oer hill, dale, and woodland, with rapture we roam; Yet returning, still find the dear pleasures at home; Where the cheerful good-humour gives honesty grace, And the heart speaks content in the smiles of the face. Lloyd.Arcadia, Scene 1.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath neer within him burnd, As home his footsteps he hath turnd, From wandering on a foreign strand! Scott.Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI. Stanza 1.
The duteous son, the sire decayd, The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Forced from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound. Goldsmith.The Traveller, Line 407.
1. What happy gale Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona? 2. Such wind as scatters young men through the world, To seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows. Shakespeare.Taming of the Shrew, Act I. Scene 2. (Hortensio to Petruchio.)