The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Bind 1–3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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Side 25
... bosoms , -if one unholy word has ever escaped the door of your lips — if one unholy action has ever been performed - that thought , that word , or that action , stamps on your soul the character of sinner . For let it be remembered ...
... bosoms , -if one unholy word has ever escaped the door of your lips — if one unholy action has ever been performed - that thought , that word , or that action , stamps on your soul the character of sinner . For let it be remembered ...
Side 36
... bosom on which to repose in confidence , no tones of tender love to soothe its little heart aches . We have said , the highest love of which man is capable is a benev- olent regard to the eternal well - being of its object . This , from ...
... bosom on which to repose in confidence , no tones of tender love to soothe its little heart aches . We have said , the highest love of which man is capable is a benev- olent regard to the eternal well - being of its object . This , from ...
Side 76
... bosom . Then he resolved to go and look upon the face of his child in her shroud , but he could not rise though he would ; he struggled , and all things passed away for a moment , -then he saw again ; and he saw the child standing by ...
... bosom . Then he resolved to go and look upon the face of his child in her shroud , but he could not rise though he would ; he struggled , and all things passed away for a moment , -then he saw again ; and he saw the child standing by ...
Side 89
... bosom for us to neglect it as a fault of no consequence . If you are ever tempted to be jealous , tell your wife your jealousy , but conceal your suspicion ; let her , in short , be satisfied that it is only your odd temper , and even ...
... bosom for us to neglect it as a fault of no consequence . If you are ever tempted to be jealous , tell your wife your jealousy , but conceal your suspicion ; let her , in short , be satisfied that it is only your odd temper , and even ...
Side 92
... bosom's sympathy with the voice of joyous mirth within . Such a pilgrim goes on his way with new gratitude and cheer , for even this glimpse of borrowed happiness , while many who have the reality laid at their feet , can turn away . 66 ...
... bosom's sympathy with the voice of joyous mirth within . Such a pilgrim goes on his way with new gratitude and cheer , for even this glimpse of borrowed happiness , while many who have the reality laid at their feet , can turn away . 66 ...
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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.