ocs wrote on May 27th 2004, 10:49:27 about
home
Rating: 22 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyI often leave home early in the morning, and roam about fields and lanes all day.
| Amount of texts to »home« | 48, and there are 47 texts (97.92%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 93 Characters |
| Average Rating | 6.771 points, 15 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 1st 2001, 00:14:50 wrote Titania about home |
| Latest text | on Feb 18th 2018, 03:37:54 wrote Jeff about home |
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@@ Emily Aphra @@ wrote on Apr 2nd 2001, 09:44:43 about
home
Rating: 20 point(s) | Read and rate text individually
@@ Emily Aphra @@ wrote on Apr 2nd 2001, 09:45:03 about
home
Rating: 10 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyHome is the place where, when you go there, they have to take you in.
pickled onion wrote on Aug 9th 2001, 10:34:51 about
home
Rating: 21 point(s) | Read and rate text individually
Show me the way to go home.
I'm tired and I wanna go to bed.
Oh, I had a little drink about an hour ago.
And it went right to my head.
zedbetter wrote on Jul 31st 2002, 01:50:17 about
home
Rating: 13 point(s) | Read and rate text individually
Myrmidon Carom wrote on Apr 29th 2004, 17:58:56 about
home
Rating: 20 point(s) | Read and rate text individually
@@ Emily Aphra @@ wrote on Apr 2nd 2001, 09:44:27 about
home
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Tenor wrote on Jun 12th 2001, 08:12:27 about
home
Rating: 16 point(s) | Read and rate text individually
Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see,
The gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Through the sycamores for me.
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
from the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
then I long for my Indiana home.
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens wrote on Nov 11th 2004, 10:07:07 about
home
Rating: 23 point(s) | Read and rate text individually
Now, all the time I had been on my visit, I had been ungrateful to my home again, and had thought little or nothing about it. But I was no sooner turned towards it, than my reproachful young conscience seemed to point that way with a ready finger; and I felt, all the more for the sinking of my spirits, that it was my nest, and that my mother was my comforter and friend.
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