The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Volumes 1-3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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... hand that woke their sweetest harmony , is gone for ever . How beautiful and good ! how loved and how lamented ! " Every eye filled with a ready tear , except her's who was come to supply the place of such a dear and interesting object ...
... hand that woke their sweetest harmony , is gone for ever . How beautiful and good ! how loved and how lamented ! " Every eye filled with a ready tear , except her's who was come to supply the place of such a dear and interesting object ...
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... hand of neglect ? Not only the joy she administered to others but the pleasure she took in herself and in the discharge of her duties , he pleaded , would be en- hanced by a return to her former habits . If she were not called to grace ...
... hand of neglect ? Not only the joy she administered to others but the pleasure she took in herself and in the discharge of her duties , he pleaded , would be en- hanced by a return to her former habits . If she were not called to grace ...
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... hand as soft and fair . She looks the same young radiant bride As when we saw her first , When in her flash of happiest pride Upon our eyes she burst . And even now she leans , as then , Upon her husband's arm : Yes ' tis the very same ...
... hand as soft and fair . She looks the same young radiant bride As when we saw her first , When in her flash of happiest pride Upon our eyes she burst . And even now she leans , as then , Upon her husband's arm : Yes ' tis the very same ...
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... hand , if we have been accustomed altogether to dainties , we shall feel a kind of loathing for ordinary provisions ... hands of the execu- tioner . Man is said to be " a bundle of habits . " And what is habit ? Habit is the bias we ...
... hand , if we have been accustomed altogether to dainties , we shall feel a kind of loathing for ordinary provisions ... hands of the execu- tioner . Man is said to be " a bundle of habits . " And what is habit ? Habit is the bias we ...
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... hand of poverty holds them down , chilling and deadening every spring of action . Admitting the greater part of the sufferings of the poor to be the result of their own failures in industry and thrift ; it does not render their need of ...
... hand of poverty holds them down , chilling and deadening every spring of action . Admitting the greater part of the sufferings of the poor to be the result of their own failures in industry and thrift ; it does not render their need of ...
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Page 173 - She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet. She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple. Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
Page 179 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 5 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 180 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 174 - She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Page 174 - My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass : Because I will publish the name of the Lord: ascribe ye greatness unto our God.
Page 62 - With other ministrations thou, O Nature ! Healest thy wandering and distempered child: Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets; Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no more endure To be a jarring and a dissonant thing Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
Page 174 - She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Page 117 - When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) ; Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
Page 64 - My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.