Good Housekeeping Magazine, Volumen 11Hearst Corporation, 1890 |
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Original in GoOD HOUSEKEEPING . DECORATIVE FASHIONS AND FANCIES . INEXPENSIVE DRAPERIES - LINEN - HAMMOCK AND SOFA PILLOWS - DECO- RATING OLD FURNITURE - BAGS FOR USEFUL AND ORNAMENTAL PURPOSES - PAPER FLOWERS - ROYAL BATTENBERG LACE - ...
Original in GoOD HOUSEKEEPING . DECORATIVE FASHIONS AND FANCIES . INEXPENSIVE DRAPERIES - LINEN - HAMMOCK AND SOFA PILLOWS - DECO- RATING OLD FURNITURE - BAGS FOR USEFUL AND ORNAMENTAL PURPOSES - PAPER FLOWERS - ROYAL BATTENBERG LACE - ...
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... linen floss , which comes in every shade , or rope silk , are more effective than filo - floss silk or crewel upon Bolton sheeting . Where it is desired to finish the article with a fringe , a very pretty one can be made by knotting ...
... linen floss , which comes in every shade , or rope silk , are more effective than filo - floss silk or crewel upon Bolton sheeting . Where it is desired to finish the article with a fringe , a very pretty one can be made by knotting ...
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... - table . This should be covered with a cloth , in the selection of which lies a wide choice within the bounds of good taste ; pure white damask , well laundered , is always proper ; Saxony linen is. GOOD HOUSEKEEPING . 7.
... - table . This should be covered with a cloth , in the selection of which lies a wide choice within the bounds of good taste ; pure white damask , well laundered , is always proper ; Saxony linen is. GOOD HOUSEKEEPING . 7.
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... linen , must be wash- able . A tray is not an absolute necessity , but if possible it should be used , and it will protect the linen from the tea - stain so justly dreaded by the good housekeeper . This tray will hold a kettle , or urn ...
... linen , must be wash- able . A tray is not an absolute necessity , but if possible it should be used , and it will protect the linen from the tea - stain so justly dreaded by the good housekeeper . This tray will hold a kettle , or urn ...
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... linen thread . When the pillow was put in place the Idea stood in visible form . Jane was tired that night , but when her two small boys jumped on it ( and it didn't break down ) and called it " awfully jolly , " and when Jack said ...
... linen thread . When the pillow was put in place the Idea stood in visible form . Jane was tired that night , but when her two small boys jumped on it ( and it didn't break down ) and called it " awfully jolly , " and when Jack said ...
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Página 147 - And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Página 5 - Whom call we gay? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name. The innocent are gay — the lark is gay, That dries his feathers, saturate with dew, Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the beams Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest. The peasant too, a witness of his song, Himself a songster, is as gay as he.
Página 166 - The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne, The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn, The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave, Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave. The peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap, The herdsman who climb'd with his goats up the steep, The beggar who wandered in search of his bread, Have faded away like the grass that we tread.
Página 166 - Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud? — Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passeth from life to his rest in the grave.
Página 166 - Oh ! why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? Like a swift, fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passes from life to his rest in the grave. The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade, Be scattered around and together be laid ; And the young and the old, and the low and the high , Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie.
Página 83 - Here the gray smooth trunks Of ash, or lime, or beech, distinctly shine, Within the twilight of their distant shades; There, lost behind a rising ground, the wood Seems sunk, and shortened to its topmost boughs No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar; paler some.
Página 95 - Hush, ah hush, the Scythes are saying, Hush, and heed not, and fall asleep; Hush, they say to the grasses swaying, Hush, they sing to the clover deep ! Hush — 'tis the lullaby Time is singing — Hush, and heed not, for all things pass, Hush, ah hush! and the Scythes are swinging Over the clover, over the grass!
Página 293 - When, from the orchard row, he pours Its fragrance through our open doors ; A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple-tree.
Página 166 - They loved, but their story we cannot unfold; They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold; They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers will come; They joyed, but the voice of their gladness is dumb.
Página 166 - The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think; From the death we are shrinking our fathers would shrink; To the life we are clinging they also would cling; But it speeds for us all, like a bird on the wing.