The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Bind 1–3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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Side 5
... society ; and no one can rationally doubt that this in- fluence should be exerted for the purpose for which God in his provi- dence seems to have designed it . You are a wife and a mother , and I have no doubt that you have often heard ...
... society ; and no one can rationally doubt that this in- fluence should be exerted for the purpose for which God in his provi- dence seems to have designed it . You are a wife and a mother , and I have no doubt that you have often heard ...
Side 13
... society who does not know living instances of women whose love bears an analogy , at least , to that of which we have been speaking . His sphere is indeed confined , to say no worse of it , if he knows no woman who could , were it her ...
... society who does not know living instances of women whose love bears an analogy , at least , to that of which we have been speaking . His sphere is indeed confined , to say no worse of it , if he knows no woman who could , were it her ...
Side 14
... society , the indulgence of refined taste , and become a menial as well as mother to her children , and entered into all the harassing details of minute daily economy , not with mere dogged submission , but with active , cheerful ...
... society , the indulgence of refined taste , and become a menial as well as mother to her children , and entered into all the harassing details of minute daily economy , not with mere dogged submission , but with active , cheerful ...
Side 19
... society without inflating their self - love - and at the same time cul- tivate their benevolent feelings and enlist their sympathies for the poor . This can be effected by telling them that their less favored neighbor has not possessed ...
... society without inflating their self - love - and at the same time cul- tivate their benevolent feelings and enlist their sympathies for the poor . This can be effected by telling them that their less favored neighbor has not possessed ...
Side 20
... society- " order is heaven's first law " -but while we pay due attention to these claims , it would be well to remember the time when all arbitrary distinctions will be forgotten , and we shall sleep side by side , " where the servant ...
... society- " order is heaven's first law " -but while we pay due attention to these claims , it would be well to remember the time when all arbitrary distinctions will be forgotten , and we shall sleep side by side , " where the servant ...
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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.