The Value of SimplicityMary Minerva Barrows H.M. Caldwell Company, 1905 - Počet stran: 172 |
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Strana 18
... Teach me the secret of thy innocence , That in simplicity I may grow wise , Asking from Art no other recompense Than the approval of her own just eyes . Madison Cawein . SIMPLE NATURE Be it not mine to steal the cultured. 18 THE VALUE OF.
... Teach me the secret of thy innocence , That in simplicity I may grow wise , Asking from Art no other recompense Than the approval of her own just eyes . Madison Cawein . SIMPLE NATURE Be it not mine to steal the cultured. 18 THE VALUE OF.
Strana 22
... teaches simplicity and self - denial is better than the best which teaches all else but this . The first aim , then , for your time and your generation should be , to foster , each in your- selves , and each in your school , a simple ...
... teaches simplicity and self - denial is better than the best which teaches all else but this . The first aim , then , for your time and your generation should be , to foster , each in your- selves , and each in your school , a simple ...
Strana 25
... teaching , to pleasant and profitable intercourse , to sympathy and the offices of humanity , and to the enjoyment of the beautiful in nature and art . William Ellery Channing . All great actions have been simple . Abraham Lincoln . It ...
... teaching , to pleasant and profitable intercourse , to sympathy and the offices of humanity , and to the enjoyment of the beautiful in nature and art . William Ellery Channing . All great actions have been simple . Abraham Lincoln . It ...
Strana 27
... teach the man . J. G. Whittier . What doth the poor man's son inherit ? Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things , A rank adjudged by toil - won merit , Content that from employment springs , A heart that in his labour sings ; A heritage ...
... teach the man . J. G. Whittier . What doth the poor man's son inherit ? Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things , A rank adjudged by toil - won merit , Content that from employment springs , A heart that in his labour sings ; A heritage ...
Strana 67
... Teach me , Father , how to go Softly as the grasses grow ; Hush my soul to meet the shock Of the wild world as a rock ; But my spirit , propt with power , Make as simple as a flower ; Let the dry heart fill its cup , Like a poppy ...
... Teach me , Father , how to go Softly as the grasses grow ; Hush my soul to meet the shock Of the wild world as a rock ; But my spirit , propt with power , Make as simple as a flower ; Let the dry heart fill its cup , Like a poppy ...
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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...