The Fifth Reader of the School and Family SeriesHarper & Brothers, Franklin Square, New York., 1863 - 527 pages |
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Page 84
... colors , with a fineness and delicacy of touch to which art can make no approach . 5. Yet the mechanical part of this apparatus - its beautiful structure , its perfect adaptation to the laws of light , and its ready adjustment to meet ...
... colors , with a fineness and delicacy of touch to which art can make no approach . 5. Yet the mechanical part of this apparatus - its beautiful structure , its perfect adaptation to the laws of light , and its ready adjustment to meet ...
Page 86
... colors , red , orange , yel- low , green , blue , indigo , and violet . 14 The balls of the eye , through whose humors the rays of light pass to the retina . 15 The air , whose vibrations in the chambers of the ear give the sensation ...
... colors , red , orange , yel- low , green , blue , indigo , and violet . 14 The balls of the eye , through whose humors the rays of light pass to the retina . 15 The air , whose vibrations in the chambers of the ear give the sensation ...
Page 89
... color , is composed of exceedingly minute tubes , which are the beginnings of the nerves . These little nerve tubes are exceedingly minute ; but where they start from the brain a bundle of them is generally inclosed in a sheath ; then ...
... color , is composed of exceedingly minute tubes , which are the beginnings of the nerves . These little nerve tubes are exceedingly minute ; but where they start from the brain a bundle of them is generally inclosed in a sheath ; then ...
Page 92
... color , and composed of the beginnings of the minute nerve tubes which we have described . But all around this white inner part is a thick layer of gray substance , thickly lining the interior of all the convolutions or folds of the ...
... color , and composed of the beginnings of the minute nerve tubes which we have described . But all around this white inner part is a thick layer of gray substance , thickly lining the interior of all the convolutions or folds of the ...
Page 96
... colors , and of odors . Some mysterious power presides over all of them , and keeps them in harmonious action , until accident , or disease , or age seriously mars the beautiful mechanism , and then we die . No , not wE ! It is only the ...
... colors , and of odors . Some mysterious power presides over all of them , and keeps them in harmonious action , until accident , or disease , or age seriously mars the beautiful mechanism , and then we die . No , not wE ! It is only the ...
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Page 82 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
Page 490 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 314 - Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice — Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 534 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Page 42 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the Flood.
Page 533 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 491 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Page 531 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Page 491 - 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...
Page 489 - 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. "T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.