The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Bind 1–3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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... thou only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall ! Though few now taste thee unimpaired and pure , Or tasting long enjoy thee ! too infirm , Or too incautious to preserve thy sweets Unmixed with drops of bitter , which neglect Or ...
... thou only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall ! Though few now taste thee unimpaired and pure , Or tasting long enjoy thee ! too infirm , Or too incautious to preserve thy sweets Unmixed with drops of bitter , which neglect Or ...
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... thou that sleepest ! " The world is roll- ing on with the velocity of a declining body near the close of its career — and those who would do any thing in aid of the great moral and spiritual renovation that is abroad , must be wide ...
... thou that sleepest ! " The world is roll- ing on with the velocity of a declining body near the close of its career — and those who would do any thing in aid of the great moral and spiritual renovation that is abroad , must be wide ...
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... thou hold firm rule , And sun thee in the light of happy faces ; Love , Hope and Patience , these must be thy graces , And in thine own heart let them first keep school . For as old Atlas on his broad neck places Heaven's starry globe ...
... thou hold firm rule , And sun thee in the light of happy faces ; Love , Hope and Patience , these must be thy graces , And in thine own heart let them first keep school . For as old Atlas on his broad neck places Heaven's starry globe ...
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... the rest of mankind are formed of the common clay . It is the mere bodying forth of the spirit which saith to his brother , " stand by , for I am better than thou . " We would rather a child should be brought up a clown than.
... the rest of mankind are formed of the common clay . It is the mere bodying forth of the spirit which saith to his brother , " stand by , for I am better than thou . " We would rather a child should be brought up a clown than.
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... thou walkest through the fire , thou shalt not be burned , neither shall the flame kindle upon thee , ” — “ fear not , I have redeemed thee - thou art mine . " And if , on the other hand , you are permitted to pass your life ...
... thou walkest through the fire , thou shalt not be burned , neither shall the flame kindle upon thee , ” — “ fear not , I have redeemed thee - thou art mine . " And if , on the other hand , you are permitted to pass your life ...
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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.