The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Volumes 1-3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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... husband . ” " It is a solemn reflection that our children are close observers of our conduct , set over us by the Almighty , to remind us of our responsibili- ty , as well as to receive instruction from us . They are gifted with ob ...
... husband . ” " It is a solemn reflection that our children are close observers of our conduct , set over us by the Almighty , to remind us of our responsibili- ty , as well as to receive instruction from us . They are gifted with ob ...
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... husband won The Consulate . Licinia . That day my Caius sat At home with me , and read to me , my Livia ; - Little ... husband's house , Where , when he sits with me , he is enthroned Enough . You'll smile , but · I'd rather see him ...
... husband won The Consulate . Licinia . That day my Caius sat At home with me , and read to me , my Livia ; - Little ... husband's house , Where , when he sits with me , he is enthroned Enough . You'll smile , but · I'd rather see him ...
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... husband courage , and pronounced that death " not painful " these and a thousand other instances which shine , and ... husband and for a child - no wife who has found the devoted specious lover change into the unworthy , brutal husband ...
... husband courage , and pronounced that death " not painful " these and a thousand other instances which shine , and ... husband and for a child - no wife who has found the devoted specious lover change into the unworthy , brutal husband ...
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... husband who is only moderately kind . No - love must with woman become a duty , a habit , a part of existence , a condition of life , before we can know how completely it unites and exemplifies the natures of the lion and the dove , the ...
... husband who is only moderately kind . No - love must with woman become a duty , a habit , a part of existence , a condition of life , before we can know how completely it unites and exemplifies the natures of the lion and the dove , the ...
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... husband : and when in a few weeks she finds all those attentions that have made up so much of her happiness before , entirely intermitted , or partially and carelessly rendered , is it strange that a pang should touch her heart , or a ...
... husband : and when in a few weeks she finds all those attentions that have made up so much of her happiness before , entirely intermitted , or partially and carelessly rendered , is it strange that a pang should touch her heart , or a ...
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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.