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... Races - Language The Development Hypothesis Byron Napoleon and Wellington . The Poetry of Science Crabbe Nature , the Foundation of Art • Hugh Miller 146 Isaac Taylor 148 Sir Isaac Newton 153 Maury 155 Humboldt 160 Hugh Miller 164 ...
... Races - Language The Development Hypothesis Byron Napoleon and Wellington . The Poetry of Science Crabbe Nature , the Foundation of Art • Hugh Miller 146 Isaac Taylor 148 Sir Isaac Newton 153 Maury 155 Humboldt 160 Hugh Miller 164 ...
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... Races - Language · The Development Hypothesis Byron Napoleon and Wellington . The Poetry of Science Crabbe Nature , the Foundation of Art Hugh Miller 146 Isaac Taylor 148 Sir Isaac Newton 153 · · Jeffrey 193 Ruskin 198 Town and Country ...
... Races - Language · The Development Hypothesis Byron Napoleon and Wellington . The Poetry of Science Crabbe Nature , the Foundation of Art Hugh Miller 146 Isaac Taylor 148 Sir Isaac Newton 153 · · Jeffrey 193 Ruskin 198 Town and Country ...
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... race of mankind , as dispersed throughout the earth . Am I not related to them all , by the mútual àids of cómmerce , by the gèneral ín- tercourse of arts and létters , by that cómmon nàture of which we all partícipate ? Again -- I must ...
... race of mankind , as dispersed throughout the earth . Am I not related to them all , by the mútual àids of cómmerce , by the gèneral ín- tercourse of arts and létters , by that cómmon nàture of which we all partícipate ? Again -- I must ...
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... race , And Adam's ancestors without an end ? That's hard to be conceived , since every link Of that long - chain'd succession is so frail ; Can every part depend , and not the whole ? Yet grant it true , new difficulties rise : I'm ...
... race , And Adam's ancestors without an end ? That's hard to be conceived , since every link Of that long - chain'd succession is so frail ; Can every part depend , and not the whole ? Yet grant it true , new difficulties rise : I'm ...
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... race of vanity , and restlessness , and disappointment : And , like the glittering of an idiot's toy , 66 Doth fancy mock his vows . " To complete the unaccountable history , let us look to its termination . Man is irregular in his ...
... race of vanity , and restlessness , and disappointment : And , like the glittering of an idiot's toy , 66 Doth fancy mock his vows . " To complete the unaccountable history , let us look to its termination . Man is irregular in his ...
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Æneid ages Altorf animal antithesis Archimedes screw arithmetical precision arms beauty breath Cæsar Cato Chalmers character Christian clouds creation dark death deep delight Divíne Dr Chalmers dynasty earth elocution emphatic eternity existence expression fancy father fear feel flowers force Gelert genius give glory grace hand happy hath heard heart heaven honour human impressive inflection intellectual interrogative word king labour land language less light live look Lord Lord Byron ment merely mind moral motley fool mysterious nature never o'er object ocean oracles orator pass passions peace peculiar phatic poet poetry present principle quadruped race racter reader religion reptiles revealed rising modulation scene Scotland sense sentence soul speak species spirit sweet tell thee things Thomas Chalmers thou thought tical tion Trophonius truth virtue voice waves Wellington whole word
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Sida 45 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Sida 283 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Sida 330 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye.
Sida 114 - The depth saith, It is not in me; and the sea saith, It is not with me. It cannot be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.
Sida 265 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Sida 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Sida 275 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Sida 94 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die — to sleep — No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Sida 208 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar...
Sida 299 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.