The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Bind 1–3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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Side 16
... smiling mouth ; think of the intellect which lies dormant there consider its capacities , and cease to wonder that there is anxiety and solemnity in the countenance of the mother , when si- lence and closing day lead her to reflection ...
... smiling mouth ; think of the intellect which lies dormant there consider its capacities , and cease to wonder that there is anxiety and solemnity in the countenance of the mother , when si- lence and closing day lead her to reflection ...
Side 40
... smile , " and I will be sure to tell you then ; but I must first give you her history , to secure your partiality , before you get a pre- judice from her appearance upon canvass . " Oh I shall never like 2.2 A Cottage Scene . 41 her ...
... smile , " and I will be sure to tell you then ; but I must first give you her history , to secure your partiality , before you get a pre- judice from her appearance upon canvass . " Oh I shall never like 2.2 A Cottage Scene . 41 her ...
Side 46
... smiles as radiantly When friends are speaking near ; But in her smile there's less of glee , And more of bliss sincere . ' Tis not the brilliant scene around That her quiet heart beguiles ; In her pure spirit may be found The fountain ...
... smiles as radiantly When friends are speaking near ; But in her smile there's less of glee , And more of bliss sincere . ' Tis not the brilliant scene around That her quiet heart beguiles ; In her pure spirit may be found The fountain ...
Side 55
... city life can never be sufficiently estimated but by those who enjoy them both . The fine fresh breeze of an early sunshine morning , ' he said with a smile , ' requires a great deal in the London scale to weigh it down ; it awakens the.
... city life can never be sufficiently estimated but by those who enjoy them both . The fine fresh breeze of an early sunshine morning , ' he said with a smile , ' requires a great deal in the London scale to weigh it down ; it awakens the.
Side 57
... smile . O no , I don't indeed , ' she replied ; and I request as a favor that I may have the old melancholy ditty back again . ' ' Never , my dear , ' he replied , and walked away . Aye , ' she provok- ingly said , I see already what it ...
... smile . O no , I don't indeed , ' she replied ; and I request as a favor that I may have the old melancholy ditty back again . ' ' Never , my dear , ' he replied , and walked away . Aye , ' she provok- ingly said , I see already what it ...
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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.