Practical Education

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Harper & Brothers, 1835 - 549 sider

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Side 270 - Whose iron scourge, and torturing hour, The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain, The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied, and alone.
Side 428 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Side 403 - The fluttering fan be Zephyretta's care ; The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign ; And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine ; Do thou, Crispissa, tend her favourite Lock ; Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock. " To fifty chosen sylphs, of special note, We trust th...
Side 517 - Could we obtain a distinct and full history of all that hath passed 5 in the mind of a child, from the beginning of life and sensation, till it grows up to the use of reason; how its infant faculties began to work, and how they brought forth and ripened all the various notions, opinions, and sentiments, which we find in ourselves when we come to be capable of reflection; this would be a treasure of natural history, which would 10 probably give more light into the human faculties, than all the systems...
Side 383 - Few have been taught to any purpose, who have not been their own teachers. We prefer those instructions which we have given ourselves, from our affection to the instructor; and they are...
Side 408 - The electric fluid is attracted by points. We do not know whether this property is in lightning, but since they agree in all the particulars in which we can already compare them, is it not probable they agree likewise in this? Let the experiment be made.
Side 271 - Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head, Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Nor circled with the vengeful band (As by the impious thou art seen) With thundering voice, and threatening mien, With screaming Horror's funeral cry, Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.
Side 439 - Are we not here now, continued the corporal (striking the end of his stick perpendicularly upon the floor, so as to give an idea of health and stability — and are we not — (dropping his hat upon the ground) gone!
Side 469 - Unlike my subject now shall be my song, It shall be witty, and it shan't be long.
Side 433 - The village matron, round the blazing hearth, Suspends the infant audience with her tales, Breathing astonishment! of witching rhymes, And evil spirits; of the death-bed call Of him who robb'd the widow, and devour'd...

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