The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Bind 1–3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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Side 25
... youth devoted to him , whom you were so often pathetically exhorted to remember ? or was it spent in carelessness , frivolity , and sin ? Are you at present devoted to the service of God , and joined to him , " in the bonds of an ...
... youth devoted to him , whom you were so often pathetically exhorted to remember ? or was it spent in carelessness , frivolity , and sin ? Are you at present devoted to the service of God , and joined to him , " in the bonds of an ...
Side 31
... youth ; and that pious mothers are almost the only sure prompters to early piety . DO NOT DECEIVE CHILDREN . A physician once called to extract a tooth from a child . The little boy seeing the formidable instruments , and anticipating ...
... youth ; and that pious mothers are almost the only sure prompters to early piety . DO NOT DECEIVE CHILDREN . A physician once called to extract a tooth from a child . The little boy seeing the formidable instruments , and anticipating ...
Side 35
... youth and childhood ? - if it was what we wished to make it , it would need no guidance or so- licitude ; but might be left in its own unaided strength to run the race set before it . Well may those who have the responsibility upon them ...
... youth and childhood ? - if it was what we wished to make it , it would need no guidance or so- licitude ; but might be left in its own unaided strength to run the race set before it . Well may those who have the responsibility upon them ...
Side 37
... youth away , - When the sullying breath of the world would come , O'er the flowers it brought from its childhood's home , - Think thou again of the woody glade , And the sound by the rustling ivy made , Think of the tree at thy parent's ...
... youth away , - When the sullying breath of the world would come , O'er the flowers it brought from its childhood's home , - Think thou again of the woody glade , And the sound by the rustling ivy made , Think of the tree at thy parent's ...
Side 58
... to the privileges of home , than the class of youth , buoy . ant with the happiness that is , and still more so with the fancied anti- False Views of the Romance of Married Life . 59 58 I saw two Clouds at Morning . - False Views , & c .
... to the privileges of home , than the class of youth , buoy . ant with the happiness that is , and still more so with the fancied anti- False Views of the Romance of Married Life . 59 58 I saw two Clouds at Morning . - False Views , & c .
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admiration affection art thou Atherley beauty become believe benevolence bless bosom breath bright character cheerful child christian dear death delight domestic dreams duty earth Ellen Plummer Erinna eternal evil speaking Fairfield fancy father fear feelings female flowers fluence genius gentle give grace Greenfield High School habits hand happiness hath heart heaven holy honor hope hour human husband important influence interest Joanna Baillie kind lady light live look Lord's Prayer marriage Mary Howitt MATTHIAS CLAUDIUS means meddlers Microcosm mind moral mother nature neath ness never o'er object parents peace perhaps person pleasure poet poetry prayer principle readers religion remarks scene smile society sorrow soul spirit sweet sympathy taste tell tender thee thine thing thou thought tion true truth voice wife wish woman word young youth
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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.