Attractions of Language, Or A Popular View of Natural Language: In All Its Varied Displays, in the Animate and Inanimate World; and as Corresponding with Instinct, Intelligence and Reason ...J. & D. Atwood, 1842 - 202 Seiten |
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... flowers never told the reader a thought ; a piece of advice which he will follow , if he please . CHAPTER IV . What we have done ; chat with the reader ; an- ecdote ; learning and knowing are two things ; language of the night , distant ...
... flowers never told the reader a thought ; a piece of advice which he will follow , if he please . CHAPTER IV . What we have done ; chat with the reader ; an- ecdote ; learning and knowing are two things ; language of the night , distant ...
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... flower spangled meadows and mountain solitudes , he drinks health , and wisdom , and virtue . Who can resist the magic of natural scenery ? " Who can forbear to smile with Nature ? Can The stormy passions in the bosom roll When every ...
... flower spangled meadows and mountain solitudes , he drinks health , and wisdom , and virtue . Who can resist the magic of natural scenery ? " Who can forbear to smile with Nature ? Can The stormy passions in the bosom roll When every ...
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... flowers , the stars , the seasons and the winds , for strange as it may seem , they all can talk . This is the language of Inanimate Na- ture , " " Tis unconfined , To Christian land or Jewry ; fairly writ In language universal to ...
... flowers , the stars , the seasons and the winds , for strange as it may seem , they all can talk . This is the language of Inanimate Na- ture , " " Tis unconfined , To Christian land or Jewry ; fairly writ In language universal to ...
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... flowers talking , and the voices of the stars , but I did'nt believe it ; I thought ' twas on- ly poetry . " " Do you remember any of it Charles ! " " Yes , mother , for after it had told all about the wall - flower , and the daisy ...
... flowers talking , and the voices of the stars , but I did'nt believe it ; I thought ' twas on- ly poetry . " " Do you remember any of it Charles ! " " Yes , mother , for after it had told all about the wall - flower , and the daisy ...
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... flowers ever told you any thing . Do you say no ? I fear that you answer hastily ; think a moment . Did you never ... flower , Trembles at every breeze , beneath its leafy bower , " without feeling that it had told you a beautiful , but ...
... flowers ever told you any thing . Do you say no ? I fear that you answer hastily ; think a moment . Did you never ... flower , Trembles at every breeze , beneath its leafy bower , " without feeling that it had told you a beautiful , but ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Amaranth amid animal intelligence animals antennæ articulate artificial language beautiful beneath bird breath bright brute called cartilage child communication companion countenance dark deep Depressor anguli oris distant earth employed Epiglottis expression fear feeling flowers gaze gesticulation gesture give glottis guage hand happy hear heard heart heaven human imitation insect instinct instrument intelligence interest koax Larynx laugh leaves light lips living look melody merated mind morning mouth muscles natural language nerves nest never night organs of voice pair pass passion peculiar perhaps Pomum Adami possession produced quadrupeds reader sensation shines skeleton-frame smile soul sound speak species stars strange talk tell thought thyroid cartilage tion tone tongue trachea tree triloquist truth turn Ventriloquism ventriloquist vocal vowel vrom whispers wind wings wonderful words young Zygomaticus minor
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 94 - And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone: the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Seite 94 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 94 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side?
Seite 56 - There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's- lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
Seite 90 - O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. 'T is noon, 't is night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full, its vision so confined ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell...
Seite 25 - IN Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears.
Seite 90 - ... speech.— And see, the master but returns to die! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of...
Seite 90 - tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confined! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell? With conscious truth retrace the mazy clue Of varied scents, that charmed her as she flew ? Hail, MEMORY, hail! thy universal reign Guards the least link of Being's glorious chain.
Seite 92 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Seite 56 - Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my Fancy * paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat...