The Analyst: A Quarterly Journal of Science, Literature, Natural History, and the Fine Arts, Band 5Edward Mammatt Simpkin and Marshall, 1836 |
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... young persons in trifling pursuits , to the study of nature , and the admiration of her multiform and attractive productions . At the age of sixteen , he was seized with a spitting of blood , which inter- rupted the regular course of ...
... young persons in trifling pursuits , to the study of nature , and the admiration of her multiform and attractive productions . At the age of sixteen , he was seized with a spitting of blood , which inter- rupted the regular course of ...
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... young students . He attended all the public lectures on anatomy and medicine then given in the metropolis , and neglected nothing which had any reference , however remotely , to the profession in which he had embarked . But he was no ...
... young students . He attended all the public lectures on anatomy and medicine then given in the metropolis , and neglected nothing which had any reference , however remotely , to the profession in which he had embarked . But he was no ...
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... young , he had been intended for trade ; but having an opportunity to travel , he much improved himself , and when , on his return from abroad , he was lucky enough to obtain the leisure which his office afforded him , he devoted ...
... young , he had been intended for trade ; but having an opportunity to travel , he much improved himself , and when , on his return from abroad , he was lucky enough to obtain the leisure which his office afforded him , he devoted ...
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... young unbow'd heart , * " How many a time have I Cloven with arm still lustier , breast more daring , The wave all roughen'd ; with a swimmer's stroke Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair , And laughing from my lip the ...
... young unbow'd heart , * " How many a time have I Cloven with arm still lustier , breast more daring , The wave all roughen'd ; with a swimmer's stroke Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair , And laughing from my lip the ...
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... Young's apostrophe to sleep , though fine , is but an amplification of this one line- anatomised sleep , in all its states and " It seldom visits sorrow ; when it doth It is a comforter . " How perfectly the balm of sleep is appreciated ...
... Young's apostrophe to sleep , though fine , is but an amplification of this one line- anatomised sleep , in all its states and " It seldom visits sorrow ; when it doth It is a comforter . " How perfectly the balm of sleep is appreciated ...
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Seite 69 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exist, and cease to be...
Seite 260 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
Seite 65 - What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Seite 200 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Seite 47 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Seite 64 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Seite 266 - Are brought ; and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce, From beds of raging fire to starve in ice...
Seite 66 - ... for wit lying most in the assemblage of ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety, wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy; judgment, on the contrary, lies quite on the other side, in separating carefully, one from another, ideas, wherein can be found the least difference, thereby to avoid being misled by similitude, and by affinity to take one thing for another.
Seite 261 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deformed, With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Seite 59 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.