The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Volumes 1-3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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... sweet circle of wreathed hearts called ' HOME . " " At a time when the invention is taxed to discover every avenue of communicating good , it is singular that so interesting and important a one has not sooner been sought out and ...
... sweet circle of wreathed hearts called ' HOME . " " At a time when the invention is taxed to discover every avenue of communicating good , it is singular that so interesting and important a one has not sooner been sought out and ...
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... sweet toned instruments vibrate responses to the master tones of the great harp . Instead of the sound of arms , here is the voice of peace . And here is laid the foundation of a pure and happy country in these peaceful shades , where ...
... sweet toned instruments vibrate responses to the master tones of the great harp . Instead of the sound of arms , here is the voice of peace . And here is laid the foundation of a pure and happy country in these peaceful shades , where ...
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... sweet but pallid face , And vainly tried some comfort there to trace ; I've listened to the short and struggling breath ; I've seen the cherub eye grow dim in death Like thee , I've veiled my head in speechless gloom , And laid my first ...
... sweet but pallid face , And vainly tried some comfort there to trace ; I've listened to the short and struggling breath ; I've seen the cherub eye grow dim in death Like thee , I've veiled my head in speechless gloom , And laid my first ...
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... sweet content , under the eye and care of his prudent mother , who managed her power over him without any such rigid sourness as might make her company a torment to her child , but with such sweet- ness as did incline him willingly to ...
... sweet content , under the eye and care of his prudent mother , who managed her power over him without any such rigid sourness as might make her company a torment to her child , but with such sweet- ness as did incline him willingly to ...
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... sweet a song , that the young bird , Which timid near the threshold sought for seeds , Paused with a lifted foot , and turn'd his head As if to listen . The rejoicing bees Nestled in throngs amid the woodbine cups That o'er the lattice ...
... sweet a song , that the young bird , Which timid near the threshold sought for seeds , Paused with a lifted foot , and turn'd his head As if to listen . The rejoicing bees Nestled in throngs amid the woodbine cups That o'er the lattice ...
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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.