The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Volumes 1-3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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... light on practical operations — which affords no aid in the common occurrences of life is of no effi- cient utility whatever . No part of the present work will be addressed directly to children . We have ever considered it a glaring ...
... light on practical operations — which affords no aid in the common occurrences of life is of no effi- cient utility whatever . No part of the present work will be addressed directly to children . We have ever considered it a glaring ...
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... light of the glorious Gospel does not shine , and say if we have not sufficient motive to labor for the promotion of Christianity , with all its attendant blessings . It is in the nursery that the christian , the Missionary , the ser ...
... light of the glorious Gospel does not shine , and say if we have not sufficient motive to labor for the promotion of Christianity , with all its attendant blessings . It is in the nursery that the christian , the Missionary , the ser ...
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... light still to bless and cheer us - would we apply to him as singular- ly appropriate , the beautiful tribute of the English writer , who when asked the occasion of his tears at the grave of a friend , where he was often found a mourn ...
... light still to bless and cheer us - would we apply to him as singular- ly appropriate , the beautiful tribute of the English writer , who when asked the occasion of his tears at the grave of a friend , where he was often found a mourn ...
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... light in the woody glade , On the banks of moss where thy childhood play'd ; By the waving tree , through which thine eye First look'd in love to the summer sky ; By the dewy gleam , by the very breath Of the primrose tufts in the grass ...
... light in the woody glade , On the banks of moss where thy childhood play'd ; By the waving tree , through which thine eye First look'd in love to the summer sky ; By the dewy gleam , by the very breath Of the primrose tufts in the grass ...
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... light ? Let her forget her constancy , and strike out an eccentric orbit for herself in disdain of the station assigned her , and she at once becomes a wanderer " In the Eternal space , Rayless and pathless . " 66 Religion is the ...
... light ? Let her forget her constancy , and strike out an eccentric orbit for herself in disdain of the station assigned her , and she at once becomes a wanderer " In the Eternal space , Rayless and pathless . " 66 Religion is the ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.