The Microcosm: Or, Little World of Home, Bände 1-3P.B. Whitmore, 1835 |
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... nature of our wants . We have theory in abundance , and are yet lamentably deficient in practice . Many of these theo- ries are altogether too fine spun for every - day use - and while their beauty and excellence are acknowledged , we ...
... nature of our wants . We have theory in abundance , and are yet lamentably deficient in practice . Many of these theo- ries are altogether too fine spun for every - day use - and while their beauty and excellence are acknowledged , we ...
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... nature , and a certain tact in the discernment of character . It is eminently " the gift of God . " We see those who never have it and never attain to it : the history of whose experience , is but the history of their misma- nagement ...
... nature , and a certain tact in the discernment of character . It is eminently " the gift of God . " We see those who never have it and never attain to it : the history of whose experience , is but the history of their misma- nagement ...
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... nature " there is none that doeth good , no , not one , " - all are the " children of wrath , " because transgressors against the perfect law of a perfect God . No one therefore , of your sex , who has ever learned any thing of the ...
... nature " there is none that doeth good , no , not one , " - all are the " children of wrath , " because transgressors against the perfect law of a perfect God . No one therefore , of your sex , who has ever learned any thing of the ...
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... nature of things unproved and therefore from books , as in real life , we have far deeper satisfac . tion in contemplating that love which has passed its trial hour , undim- med and undiminished . There is another reason : If we cannot ...
... nature of things unproved and therefore from books , as in real life , we have far deeper satisfac . tion in contemplating that love which has passed its trial hour , undim- med and undiminished . There is another reason : If we cannot ...
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... nature . Some may think it needless to lay such strong and repeated stress upon this condition ; but for my own part ... natures of the lion and the dove , the courage which no danger can dismay , with the constancy no suffering can ...
... nature . Some may think it needless to lay such strong and repeated stress upon this condition ; but for my own part ... natures of the lion and the dove , the courage which no danger can dismay , with the constancy no suffering can ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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.