Homespun: Or, Five and Twenty Years AgoHurd and Houghton, 1867 - 346 pagina's |
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Pagina vi
... character . Bred in the heart and centre of strong domestic influences , they held on by them affectionately to the last . Web- ster wrote home from Washington , while carrying on his broad shoulders the burdens of the State Department ...
... character . Bred in the heart and centre of strong domestic influences , they held on by them affectionately to the last . Web- ster wrote home from Washington , while carrying on his broad shoulders the burdens of the State Department ...
Pagina vii
... character remaining to the last the very touch- stone of simplicity and truthfulness . The history of a household is as well worth writing as that of a kingdom , any day . Household economy is the hint and germ of the science of ...
... character remaining to the last the very touch- stone of simplicity and truthfulness . The history of a household is as well worth writing as that of a kingdom , any day . Household economy is the hint and germ of the science of ...
Pagina 24
... character . The masks which each may have worn through the day , unlace then and fall off . Face answers to face , as heart silently speaks to heart . The round world has no enticements to offer , so simple and true as those of the ...
... character . The masks which each may have worn through the day , unlace then and fall off . Face answers to face , as heart silently speaks to heart . The round world has no enticements to offer , so simple and true as those of the ...
Pagina 50
... character . The Sunday morning air is as tranquil , and in sum . mer as redolent , as the poets all say it was in Eden . You can hear mellow bells calling one to another from hill - top to hill - top , their echoes tripping across the ...
... character . The Sunday morning air is as tranquil , and in sum . mer as redolent , as the poets all say it was in Eden . You can hear mellow bells calling one to another from hill - top to hill - top , their echoes tripping across the ...
Pagina 64
... character looms quite grand and columnar in the social land- scape . - - - The fury and fuss of some Sundays else- where are in sharp enough contrast with one of these blessed Sabbaths in the country . From the still hour when the sun ...
... character looms quite grand and columnar in the social land- scape . - - - The fury and fuss of some Sundays else- where are in sharp enough contrast with one of these blessed Sabbaths in the country . From the still hour when the sun ...
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Pagina 176 - I'll be as certain to make him a good dish of meat, as I was to catch him. I'll now lead you to an honest ale-house where we shall find a cleanly room, lavender in the windows, and twenty ballads stuck about the wall...
Pagina 39 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man...
Pagina 50 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Pagina 173 - No, Sir ; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
Pagina 39 - Almost all you see," said the good old man, " is the work of my own hands, though I am bordering on eighty years of age. My old woman does the weeding, and John mows the turf and digs for me ; but all the nicer work — the sowing, grafting, budding, transplanting, and the like — I trust to no other hand but my own — so long, at least, as my health will allow me to enjoy so pleasing an occupation ; and, in good sooth, the fruits here taste more sweet, and the flowers have a richer perfume, than...
Pagina iii - Happy he whom neither wealth nor fashion, Nor the march of the encroaching city, Drives an exile From the hearth of his ancestral homestead. We may build more splendid habitations, Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures, But we cannot Buy with gold the old associations ! CATAWBA WINE.
Pagina 18 - Above the wood which grides and clangs Its leafless ribs and iron horns Together, in the drifts that pass To darken on the rolling brine That breaks the coast. But fetch the wine. Arrange the board and brim the glass; Bring in great logs and let them lie, To make a solid core of heat; Be cheerful-minded, talk and treat Of all things ev'n as he were by; We keep the day.
Pagina 45 - To be right in the rnidst of your own growing vegetables ; to behold the favorite sunflowers all turned to the east ; to watch the beansprouts, coming up with their twin leaves out of the cleft heart of the seed ; to shave down ranks of red-stemmed weeds with a single sweep of the bright hoe ; to brush your peas, pole your beans, set frames to support your cucumbers and tomatoes, trim your young hedges, hunt the bugs among the squash vines, and plan new paths through beds of vegetables and rows of...
Pagina 188 - Decws et tutamen in armis." There he is in the saddle now ! How proudly that best piece of horse-flesh in the county takes his martial paces across the turf he spurns ! How gayly glitter the epaulettes of his rider — how gracefully waves his plume — how noisily jingle his regimental trappings! He must assuredly feel as if the neck of his steed was