The Value of SimplicityMary Minerva Barrows H.M. Caldwell Company, 1905 - 172ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... tion . But in order to profit by the oracles we must listen to them , and not to the noise of the streets . We claim to derive our ideas of beauty from ancient Greece . We should remember that sim- plicity was a ruling element in Greek ...
... tion . But in order to profit by the oracles we must listen to them , and not to the noise of the streets . We claim to derive our ideas of beauty from ancient Greece . We should remember that sim- plicity was a ruling element in Greek ...
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... tion than that of our own time . If our Republic is to continue , we who form it must be republi- can in our judgment and feeling . Neither the manly nor the womanly virtues will thrive in an atmosphere that breeds perpetual unrest . We ...
... tion than that of our own time . If our Republic is to continue , we who form it must be republi- can in our judgment and feeling . Neither the manly nor the womanly virtues will thrive in an atmosphere that breeds perpetual unrest . We ...
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... tion . But in order to profit by the oracles we must listen to them , and not to the noise of the streets . We claim to derive our ideas of beauty from ancient Greece . We should remember that sim- plicity was a ruling element in Greek ...
... tion . But in order to profit by the oracles we must listen to them , and not to the noise of the streets . We claim to derive our ideas of beauty from ancient Greece . We should remember that sim- plicity was a ruling element in Greek ...
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... tion than that of our own time . If our Republic is to continue , we who form it must be republi- can in our judgment and feeling . Neither the manly nor the womanly virtues will thrive in an atmosphere that breeds perpetual unrest . We ...
... tion than that of our own time . If our Republic is to continue , we who form it must be republi- can in our judgment and feeling . Neither the manly nor the womanly virtues will thrive in an atmosphere that breeds perpetual unrest . We ...
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... tion . But in order to profit by the oracles we must listen to them , and not to the noise of the streets . We claim to derive our ideas of beauty from ancient Greece . We should remember that sim- plicity was a ruling element in Greek ...
... tion . But in order to profit by the oracles we must listen to them , and not to the noise of the streets . We claim to derive our ideas of beauty from ancient Greece . We should remember that sim- plicity was a ruling element in Greek ...
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41 ÆäÀÌÁö - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
vii ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...