The Value of SimplicityMary Minerva Barrows H.M. Caldwell Company, 1905 - Počet stran: 172 |
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Strana 103
... pony to pace o'er the lawn , While I carol away idle sorrow , And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn Look forward with hope for to - morrow . Collins . Certainly , in our own little sphere it is not 103 SIMPLICITY.
... pony to pace o'er the lawn , While I carol away idle sorrow , And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn Look forward with hope for to - morrow . Collins . Certainly , in our own little sphere it is not 103 SIMPLICITY.
Strana 108
... friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . Sir H. Wotton . Speech is the chief revelation of the mind , the 108 THE VALUE OF.
... friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . Sir H. Wotton . Speech is the chief revelation of the mind , the 108 THE VALUE OF.
Strana 114
... hope to see it produce joy to the final user or possessor ; when we see the merit in another's work and try to excel it ; when we are not con- cerned about becoming rich , or in hoarding things , or even to gain applause , but are con ...
... hope to see it produce joy to the final user or possessor ; when we see the merit in another's work and try to excel it ; when we are not con- cerned about becoming rich , or in hoarding things , or even to gain applause , but are con ...
Strana 120
... ; and that did not , in its sincere and humble way , declare a hope and reveal a faith which might well be the evidence of things un- seen . Alexander Gordon . I said to a craftsman in New York last week I 20 THE VALUE OF.
... ; and that did not , in its sincere and humble way , declare a hope and reveal a faith which might well be the evidence of things un- seen . Alexander Gordon . I said to a craftsman in New York last week I 20 THE VALUE OF.
Strana 126
... tremble not at noise of war ; I swound not at the news of wrack ; I shrink not at a blazing star ; I fear not loss , I hope not gain , I envy none , I none disdain . I see ambition never pleased ; I see some Tantals. 126 THE VALUE OF.
... tremble not at noise of war ; I swound not at the news of wrack ; I shrink not at a blazing star ; I fear not loss , I hope not gain , I envy none , I none disdain . I see ambition never pleased ; I see some Tantals. 126 THE VALUE OF.
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ambition Andrew Marvell beauty breath calm Charles Wagner charm common delight desire divine doth dress duties earth envy eyes faith fashion feel Felix Adler flower give grace H. D. Thoreau hand happy hath heart heaven honest human humble innocence J. G. Whittier John Brisben Walker John Burroughs Joseph Addison keep kind labour less light live Longfellow look Lord luxury Madison Cawein Malcolm man's Max O'Rell McLeod mind nature Nature's never Oliver Goldsmith one's ourselves peace plain pleasure plicity poor praise pray pride quiet R. L. Stevenson Ralph Waldo Emerson rich seek Shakespeare shines simple sings smile song soul spirit splendour star sweet taste thee things Thomas Gray thou thought tion to-day true truth VALUE OF SIMPLICITY vanity walk wants wealth William Ellery Channing William George Jordan William Wordsworth woods words
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Strana 41 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Strana vii - Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread. Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Strana 37 - Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Strana 106 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Strana 38 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires: As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires:— Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Strana 96 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Strana 149 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Strana 82 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Strana 114 - And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Strana 46 - Happy those early days, when I Shined in my Angel-infancy! Before I understood this place ' Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first Love, And looking back, at that short space Could see a glimpse of His bright face...