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... whole 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 ...
... whole 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 ...
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... whole estate . Side by side with that poor widow Must thou stand , at Allah's bar ; And in that majestic presence Prince and beggar equal are . And if thou , O Prince ! art burdened With a load of earth so small , What wilt thou then ...
... whole estate . Side by side with that poor widow Must thou stand , at Allah's bar ; And in that majestic presence Prince and beggar equal are . And if thou , O Prince ! art burdened With a load of earth so small , What wilt thou then ...
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... whole universe is for ever hastening to realize , we can- not escape the conviction of his immediate , living , omnipresent , constructive agency . The truth is , we are hourly and momentarily created , and it is impossible to imagine ...
... whole universe is for ever hastening to realize , we can- not escape the conviction of his immediate , living , omnipresent , constructive agency . The truth is , we are hourly and momentarily created , and it is impossible to imagine ...
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... whole blood passing through the lungs every two minutes and a half , or twenty times in an hour . In periods of great exertion the rapidity with which the blood flows is much increased , so that the whole of it sometimes circu- lates in ...
... whole blood passing through the lungs every two minutes and a half , or twenty times in an hour . In periods of great exertion the rapidity with which the blood flows is much increased , so that the whole of it sometimes circu- lates in ...
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... whole 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 ...
... whole 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 ...
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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
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Seite 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...
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.