A Book for Mothers, Or Biographical Sketches of the Mothers of Great and Good MenH.G, Collins, 1850 - Počet stran: 144 |
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Strana ix
... Woman , in common with the lower animals , feels an in- stinctive regard for her offspring . But , indepen- dently of this law of Nature , the very helplessness of infancy calls forth all the warm and generous feelings of the heart ...
... Woman , in common with the lower animals , feels an in- stinctive regard for her offspring . But , indepen- dently of this law of Nature , the very helplessness of infancy calls forth all the warm and generous feelings of the heart ...
Strana xi
... woman will unintentionally foster a love of dress in her daughters ; an extravagant woman will teach habits of self - indulgence . Then the mother is the presiding genius of home , and her family , and even her domestics , frequently ...
... woman will unintentionally foster a love of dress in her daughters ; an extravagant woman will teach habits of self - indulgence . Then the mother is the presiding genius of home , and her family , and even her domestics , frequently ...
Strana 31
... language she herself often used in her hearing . The woman started ! ' What ! ' she exclaimed , am I not only going to hell myself , but leading my child there 6 too ? " At that moment some vague recollection of MRS . WATTS . 31.
... language she herself often used in her hearing . The woman started ! ' What ! ' she exclaimed , am I not only going to hell myself , but leading my child there 6 too ? " At that moment some vague recollection of MRS . WATTS . 31.
Strana 32
... heaven or hell , Fix'd in the state wherein he dies . " The Holy spirit applied this solemn truth to the poor woman's heart , and it was the means of her own conversion . 33 MRS . SAMUEL WESLEY , MOTHER OF JOHN AND 32 MRS . WATTS .
... heaven or hell , Fix'd in the state wherein he dies . " The Holy spirit applied this solemn truth to the poor woman's heart , and it was the means of her own conversion . 33 MRS . SAMUEL WESLEY , MOTHER OF JOHN AND 32 MRS . WATTS .
Strana 37
... woman , so I am also mistress of a large family . And though the superior charge of the souls contained in it lies upon you , as head of the family , and as their minister ; yet , in your absence , I cannot but look upon every soul you ...
... woman , so I am also mistress of a large family . And though the superior charge of the souls contained in it lies upon you , as head of the family , and as their minister ; yet , in your absence , I cannot but look upon every soul you ...
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Strana 75 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Strana 48 - And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away, and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God, and the books were opened ; and another book was opened, which is the book of life; and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.
Strana 74 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Strana 75 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Strana 74 - Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return. What ardently I wished I long believed, And, disappointed still, was still deceived. By expectation every day beguiled, Dupe of to-morrow even from a child.
Strana 75 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise, — The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Strana 73 - OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK, THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN, ANN BODHAM. OH that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, 'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Strana 74 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes ! I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Strana 75 - Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, 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...
Strana 117 - Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, and • Guide ; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died.