The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Volumes 1-3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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... once to the great principle on which the fact is founded . To no other cause or source , than the all - wise and all - merciful appointment of God , for purposes of amazing importance , would I trace this infinitely interesting fact ...
... once to the great principle on which the fact is founded . To no other cause or source , than the all - wise and all - merciful appointment of God , for purposes of amazing importance , would I trace this infinitely interesting fact ...
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... once thought indispensable . Why is this ? -chiefly we believe from entertaining erroneous views , and lacking the patience and wisdom to correct them . Young ladies , previous to their marriage , are brought up for the most part , in a ...
... once thought indispensable . Why is this ? -chiefly we believe from entertaining erroneous views , and lacking the patience and wisdom to correct them . Young ladies , previous to their marriage , are brought up for the most part , in a ...
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... once a root of bitterness , which will poison every branch and bud of felicity as long as it is nourished . Selfishness , is another great bar to the enjoyment of happiness . An expectation that every thing will be tributary to our ...
... once a root of bitterness , which will poison every branch and bud of felicity as long as it is nourished . Selfishness , is another great bar to the enjoyment of happiness . An expectation that every thing will be tributary to our ...
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... Once in a week , in its own house at supper With the family ! Knock any hour you choose , And ask for it ; nine times in ten they'll send you To the Senate or the Forum , or to such Or such an one in quest of it ! " Tis a month Since ...
... Once in a week , in its own house at supper With the family ! Knock any hour you choose , And ask for it ; nine times in ten they'll send you To the Senate or the Forum , or to such Or such an one in quest of it ! " Tis a month Since ...
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... once . Many have been kept at school - have lived in retirement , in some remote place— have had little intercourse with others - of consequence are unpractic- ed in the ways of the world . They are confiding , and kind . Their future ...
... once . Many have been kept at school - have lived in retirement , in some remote place— have had little intercourse with others - of consequence are unpractic- ed in the ways of the world . They are confiding , and kind . Their future ...
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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.