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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... head who invented writing ! " exclaims the poor exile , that lonely tenant of a friendless home , when he sometimes views a little messenger penned , folded and sealed in his own little cottage , away over the deep , and glis- tening ...
... head who invented writing ! " exclaims the poor exile , that lonely tenant of a friendless home , when he sometimes views a little messenger penned , folded and sealed in his own little cottage , away over the deep , and glis- tening ...
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... head with a disappointed air . Another addresed it in a very pom 、 pous speech of considerable length , and a third viewed it in speechless amazement . Ignorant of writing , they could not comprehend the myste- 30 LANGUAGE OF.
... head with a disappointed air . Another addresed it in a very pom 、 pous speech of considerable length , and a third viewed it in speechless amazement . Ignorant of writing , they could not comprehend the myste- 30 LANGUAGE OF.
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... head in a clear January evening shines Orion ; the same Orion that Chaldean shepherds saw ; the same " dire Orion , " that roused the sea in Virgil's time , when All charg'd with tempest rose the baleful star ; " 66 the same Orion to ...
... head in a clear January evening shines Orion ; the same Orion that Chaldean shepherds saw ; the same " dire Orion , " that roused the sea in Virgil's time , when All charg'd with tempest rose the baleful star ; " 66 the same Orion to ...
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... head above the rankest weeds of autumn . These , " one by one depart , " as the year's evening steals slowly on ; the star - like Aster lingers longest , yet smiling faintly mid the withered grass . " A spirit in soft music calls From ...
... head above the rankest weeds of autumn . These , " one by one depart , " as the year's evening steals slowly on ; the star - like Aster lingers longest , yet smiling faintly mid the withered grass . " A spirit in soft music calls From ...
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... head , he wanders on , piping now and then a dronish note upon the hollow stem . The hapless flower is gone , but when you see the air filled with these strange balloons of Nature's make , a living pas- senger in each - now rolling ...
... head , he wanders on , piping now and then a dronish note upon the hollow stem . The hapless flower is gone , but when you see the air filled with these strange balloons of Nature's make , a living pas- senger in each - now rolling ...
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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
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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...