The Advanced ReaderT. Nelson and Sons, 1866 - 400 páginas |
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... hand . Those wise creatures , I believe , have minds like our own , to the extent that they have minds , and are not mere living machines , swayed by a blind instinct . They will to do one thing rather than another , and do that one ...
... hand . Those wise creatures , I believe , have minds like our own , to the extent that they have minds , and are not mere living machines , swayed by a blind instinct . They will to do one thing rather than another , and do that one ...
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... hand to the sculptor , and the 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 ...
... hand to the sculptor , and the 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 ...
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... hands more than a man , has never attempted this primitive pyrotechnic art . Once provided with his kindled brand , the savage technologist soon proves what a sceptre of power he holds in his hand . He tills with it ; by a single touch ...
... hands more than a man , has never attempted this primitive pyrotechnic art . Once provided with his kindled brand , the savage technologist soon proves what a sceptre of power he holds in his hand . He tills with it ; by a single touch ...
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... hand is , no doubt , in itself an exquisite instrument of art ; but , after all , our hands are less adroit than those of the monkey , who has four , each equivalent to a right hand , whilst the handiest of us is only ambi- dextrous ...
... hand is , no doubt , in itself an exquisite instrument of art ; but , after all , our hands are less adroit than those of the monkey , who has four , each equivalent to a right hand , whilst the handiest of us is only ambi- dextrous ...
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... hand instead of an apparatus of tools . Before that hand , armed with the tools which it has fashioned , and that intellect , which marks man as made in the image of God , the instincts and weapons of the entire animal creation are as ...
... hand instead of an apparatus of tools . Before that hand , armed with the tools which it has fashioned , and that intellect , which marks man as made in the image of God , the instincts and weapons of the entire animal creation are as ...
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ancient animals Arab arms army Arth Bashan battle battle of Trafalgar beauty beneath Beth-gamul blood Boabdil Bozrah brave breath brow Bruges Cæsar Cape Non Carthage Carthaginians cavalry clouds Damascus dark dead death deep desert dromedaries earth East enemy Enniskilleners fear feet fell fire fleet gates gaze glory hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour houses Hubert hundred Kerioth king Labour land Lebanon light living look Lord Lord Lucan Lucknow mighty miles morning mountain Nelson never night Nineveh noble o'er once palaces Palmyra passed plain prince Propontis Rephaim rise rock Roman Rome round ruins Saxon scarcely scene seen ship shore side silent sleep smile soldier soul sound stood streets sweet sword Tadmor tears temples thee thousand tomb trees valley voice walls wave wild wind wonder
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 328 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 121 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Página 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Página 240 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 95 - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
Página 121 - Nature's soft nurse, how have I flighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Página 399 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.