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... hundred arts . MAN AND THE INDUSTRIAL ARTS . ( Continued . ) Man may be defined as the only animal that can strike a light ; the solitary creature that knows how to kindle a fire . This is a very fragmentary definition of the " Paragon ...
... hundred arts . MAN AND THE INDUSTRIAL ARTS . ( Continued . ) Man may be defined as the only animal that can strike a light ; the solitary creature that knows how to kindle a fire . This is a very fragmentary definition of the " Paragon ...
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... hundred ingenious brains ; and a hand , which only a hundred botchings and failures have , in the lapse of years , taught to use the instrument with skill . It is so with all the crafts , and they are inseparably dependent on each other ...
... hundred ingenious brains ; and a hand , which only a hundred botchings and failures have , in the lapse of years , taught to use the instrument with skill . It is so with all the crafts , and they are inseparably dependent on each other ...
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... hundred years . But this appearance is altogether illusory ; for with apparent bodily identity there has really been an active and rapid change , daily and nightly , hourly and momently - an incessant waste and renewal of all the ...
... hundred years . But this appearance is altogether illusory ; for with apparent bodily identity there has really been an active and rapid change , daily and nightly , hourly and momently - an incessant waste and renewal of all the ...
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... hundred hands at the golden gate of the morning , " obtaining each day , through succeeding centuries , fresh benefactions for the world ! Labour clears the forest , and drains the morass , and makes the wilderness rejoice and blossom ...
... hundred hands at the golden gate of the morning , " obtaining each day , through succeeding centuries , fresh benefactions for the world ! Labour clears the forest , and drains the morass , and makes the wilderness rejoice and blossom ...
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... hundred times . This is the highest miracle of genius - that things which are not should be as though they were ; that the imaginations of one mind should become the personal recollections of another . And this miracle the tinker has ...
... hundred times . This is the highest miracle of genius - that things which are not should be as though they were ; that the imaginations of one mind should become the personal recollections of another . And this miracle the tinker has ...
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Page 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Page 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Page 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Page 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Page 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Page 47 - 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. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Page 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.