“Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.”
William Cowper (1731–1800) (1731–1800) English poet and hymnodist
Actually the opening lines of Keats's "Fancy" (1820).
Misattributed
Home, Sweet Home (1822), from the opera of "Clari, the Maid of Milan", reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: "Home is home, though it be never so homely", John Clarke, Paræmiologia, p. 101. (1639).
“Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.”
William Cowper (1731–1800) (1731–1800) English poet and hymnodist
Actually the opening lines of Keats's "Fancy" (1820).
Misattributed
“Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home.”
John Keats (1795–1821) English Romantic poet
"Fancy", l. 1
Poems (1820)
Frederick Buechner (1926) Poet, novelist, short story writer, theologian
Source: The Magnificent Defeat
Thomas Moore (1779–1852) Irish poet, singer and songwriter
Oh that I had Wings.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.”
Rebecca West (1892–1983) British feminist and author
“Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first, best country ever is, at home.”
Oliver Goldsmith (1728–1774) Irish physician and writer
Source: The Traveller (1764), Line 73.
Barack Obama (1961) 44th President of the United States of America
Remarks at Flanders Field Cemetery in Waregem, Belgium on March 26, 2014. http://news.yahoo.com/obama-plays-us-europe-bond-amid-russia-tension-113524803--politics.html <br class="br">2014
James David Forbes (1809–1868) Scottish physicist and glaciologist
Excerpt of Forbes' journal. September 1854. As quoted in Life and letters of James David Forbes p. 369.
“They change their skies above them,
But not their hearts that roam!”
Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936) English short-story writer, poet, and novelist
The Native-Born, Stanza 2 (1895).
The Seven Seas (1896)
Julia Ward Howe (1819–1910) American abolitionist, social activist, and poet
Beyond the Veil
Context: Have we lost our God? Never for one moment. Unspeakable, He is; the beneficent parent, the terrible, incorruptible judge, the champion of the innocent, the accuser of the guilty, refuge, hope, redeemer, friend; neither palace walls nor prison cells can keep Him out. Every step of our way from the birth hour He has gone with us. Were we at the gallows' foot, and deservedly, He would leave a sweet drop in the cup of death. He would measure suffering to us, but would forbid despair. The victory of goodness must be complete. The lost sheep must be found — ay, and the lost soul must turn to the way in which the peace of God prevails. We learn the dreadful danger of those who wander from the right path, but we may also learn the redeeming power which recalls and reclaims them.
So fade our heavens and hells. Christ, if he knew their secrets, did not betray them. On the boundless sea of conjecture we are still afloat, with such mental tools as we possess to guide us, with the skies, the stars, the seasons, seeking a harbor from which no voyager has ever returned.<!--
So much, the later schemes of thought have taken from us. Shall we ask what they have given us in exchange for what we have lost?