The land lies desolate and stripped; Across its waste has thinly strayed A tattered host of eucalypt. From whose gaunt uniform is made A ragged penury of shade.

-Adams, Arthur Henry
  'Written in  Australia', in The Collected Verses of  Arthur H Adams.

   Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident.One thing have I desired of the L, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the L all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the L, and to inquire in his temple.

-Bible (Old Testament)
ORDORDORDPsalms 27:3^4.

I think the dying prayat the last not please but thank you as a guest thanks his host at the door.

-Dillard, Annie
  Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, ch.15.

From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Alleluia!

-How,WilliamWalsham
  'For  All the Saints', in Earl Nelson Hymns for Saints' Days.

One more drink and I'd have been under the host.

-Parker, Dorothy ne¤  e Rothschild
Quoted in H Teichmann George S Kaufman (1972).

The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter. We made an expedition; We met a host, and quelled it; We forced a strong position, And killed the men who held it.

-Peacock,Thomas Love
  The Misfortunes of Elphin,'TheWar-Song of DinasVawr'.

It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though my own red roses there may blow; It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though the red roses crest the caps, I know. For the field is full of shades as I near theshadowy coast, And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost, And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host As the run-stealers flicker to and fro, To and fro:ö O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago!

-Thompson, Francis
  'At Lord's', poem dedicated to friends to explain why he could not attend a match at Lord's at their invitation for fear of the sadness it would cause him, remembering the long-dead friends who had played there (for Lancashire) back in1878.

I wandered lonelyas a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

-Wordsworth,William
  'I wandered lonely as a cloud', stanza1 (published1807).