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... body , the instrument of touch , among all . The Fine Arts thus begin each with a special sense , and converge towards the body ; the Industrial Arts begin with the body , and diverge towards the special senses . .... I do not propose ...
... body , the instrument of touch , among all . The Fine Arts thus begin each with a special sense , and converge towards the body ; the Industrial Arts begin with the body , and diverge towards the special senses . .... I do not propose ...
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... body . The mingled gases and mineral dust have become vital aliment . The test - miracle which the Tempter of old demanded , as evidence of Godlike power , is disclosed to the eye of science as a result of natural laws ; for in the most ...
... body . The mingled gases and mineral dust have become vital aliment . The test - miracle which the Tempter of old demanded , as evidence of Godlike power , is disclosed to the eye of science as a result of natural laws ; for in the most ...
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... body of the grown man presents to us the same unaltered aspect of form and size for long periods of time . With the exception of furrows deepening in the countenance , an adult man may seem hardly to alter for half a hundred years . But ...
... body of the grown man presents to us the same unaltered aspect of form and size for long periods of time . With the exception of furrows deepening in the countenance , an adult man may seem hardly to alter for half a hundred years . But ...
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... body , the amount of oxygen consumed daily is nearly 24b , which results from breath- ing about 25 or 30 hogsheads of air : the quantity of water is nearly 4b for the same time . The weight of the entire blood of a full - grown man ...
... body , the amount of oxygen consumed daily is nearly 24b , which results from breath- ing about 25 or 30 hogsheads of air : the quantity of water is nearly 4b for the same time . The weight of the entire blood of a full - grown man ...
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... body of the kneeling man was convulsed , and it was easy to see his suffer- ings , his contrition , his remorse , and his despair . The pastor said , with a sterner voice and austerer countenance than were natural to him , " Know you ...
... body of the kneeling man was convulsed , and it was easy to see his suffer- ings , his contrition , his remorse , and his despair . The pastor said , with a sterner voice and austerer countenance than were natural to him , " Know you ...
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ancient animals appeared arms battle bear beauty beneath blood body brow called cause close dark dead death deep earth East enemy entered face fall fear feel feet fell field fire followed gave give glory hand head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour houses human hundred Italy king land length light living look Lord mark miles morning mountain nature never night noble o'er once passed plain present reached rest rise rock Rome round scene seemed seen ships shore side sight sleep smile soon sound stand stood streets tell thee thing thou thought thousand town trees turned valley voice walls wave whole wild wind wonderful
Popular passages
Page 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Page 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Page 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Page 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Page 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Page 47 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Page 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.