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... in the star itself , or to a revolution round its axis , whereby different coloured
portions of the sphere are presented to us : but this explanation vanishes on a
moment ' s reflection ; and I am inclined to ascribe it to some atmospherical cause
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... in the star itself , or to a revolution round its axis , whereby different coloured
portions of the sphere are presented to us : but this explanation vanishes on a
moment ' s reflection ; and I am inclined to ascribe it to some atmospherical cause
.
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Such winds often cause Headaches which we get up with in the morning and
falsely ascribe to other causes . A writer on the effects of winedrinking thus
concludes an elaborate discussion of the tendency of that beverage combined
with ...
Such winds often cause Headaches which we get up with in the morning and
falsely ascribe to other causes . A writer on the effects of winedrinking thus
concludes an elaborate discussion of the tendency of that beverage combined
with ...
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The moral cause assigned is , that we recollect the pleasant and forget the
disagreeable parts of the scene . This seems , however , to us , insufficient to
account for the very peculiar sensation caused by these recollections ,
particularly when ...
The moral cause assigned is , that we recollect the pleasant and forget the
disagreeable parts of the scene . This seems , however , to us , insufficient to
account for the very peculiar sensation caused by these recollections ,
particularly when ...
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The whole of the universe is a mystery , and when we puzzle ourselves about the
first Cause , infinity of Space , eternity of Time , and the ultimate end of things , we
should recollect , now that the limits of our knowledge are made known by ...
The whole of the universe is a mystery , and when we puzzle ourselves about the
first Cause , infinity of Space , eternity of Time , and the ultimate end of things , we
should recollect , now that the limits of our knowledge are made known by ...
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Let us only examine nature first , and be cautious in drawing conclusions as to
causes , and we shall find that coincidence is the grand cause of the mystery
always attached to dreams , visions , augury , and omens . The run of luck at
games of ...
Let us only examine nature first , and be cautious in drawing conclusions as to
causes , and we shall find that coincidence is the grand cause of the mystery
always attached to dreams , visions , augury , and omens . The run of luck at
games of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Página 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Página 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Página 218 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Página 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Página 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Página 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Página 572 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Página 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...