The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Bind 1–3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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Side 10
... hour's twilight com- munion , on topics that touch the deepest chord of interest that vibrates within their hearts , did we not remember that no one having put his hand to the plough , and looking back , is worthy of the reward attend ...
... hour's twilight com- munion , on topics that touch the deepest chord of interest that vibrates within their hearts , did we not remember that no one having put his hand to the plough , and looking back , is worthy of the reward attend ...
Side 12
... 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 Caius took a meal from home , and that Was with my brother . If he walks ...
... 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 Caius took a meal from home , and that Was with my brother . If he walks ...
Side 13
... hours of him who led them . It would be easy to enumerate the books in which woman is prominent- ly brought forward ... hour , undim- med and undiminished . There is another reason : If we cannot all invent , we can all observe ; and he ...
... hours of him who led them . It would be easy to enumerate the books in which woman is prominent- ly brought forward ... hour , undim- med and undiminished . There is another reason : If we cannot all invent , we can all observe ; and he ...
Side 16
... hour By creeping minutes of defacing time ; A superficies which each breath of care Blasts off ; and every humorous stream of grief Which flows from forth these fountains of our eyes , Wasteth away , as rain doth winter's snow . Goff ...
... hour By creeping minutes of defacing time ; A superficies which each breath of care Blasts off ; and every humorous stream of grief Which flows from forth these fountains of our eyes , Wasteth away , as rain doth winter's snow . Goff ...
Side 21
... hour after first leaving the house of parents or friends - a few little attentions , and pertinent inquiries will raise the spirits and win the heart - acts of kindness , when sickness assails - nameless offices will revive all the ...
... hour after first leaving the house of parents or friends - a few little attentions , and pertinent inquiries will raise the spirits and win the heart - acts of kindness , when sickness assails - nameless offices will revive all the ...
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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.