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 من الصفحات |
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... pairs ; ex- periments : H : the vowels : consonants or articulations : vocal and whispering letters : Welsh peculiarity : tables of sounds : conclusion . 189 INTRODUCTION . THOUGH reluctant to step between an Author and 6 CONTENTS .
... pairs ; ex- periments : H : the vowels : consonants or articulations : vocal and whispering letters : Welsh peculiarity : tables of sounds : conclusion . 189 INTRODUCTION . THOUGH reluctant to step between an Author and 6 CONTENTS .
الصفحة 69
... pair of jaws , invitingly extended , and baited too , with a liquid which attracts the unwary wanderer , but no sooner than he alights , it closes with a spring , and the hapless fly becomes a prisoner for life ; the relentless leaf ...
... pair of jaws , invitingly extended , and baited too , with a liquid which attracts the unwary wanderer , but no sooner than he alights , it closes with a spring , and the hapless fly becomes a prisoner for life ; the relentless leaf ...
الصفحة 74
... pairs of muscles at every draught . In this connection , I will mention respiration or breathing , also ; what instructor could initiate the aptest pupil into the mystery , so that he could bring into operation all the muscles necessa ...
... pairs of muscles at every draught . In this connection , I will mention respiration or breathing , also ; what instructor could initiate the aptest pupil into the mystery , so that he could bring into operation all the muscles necessa ...
الصفحة 89
... pair of bars , that gate , or the other shed , expressing his " how d'ye do ? " to the premises , in a kind of whispered neighing ; sometimes , indeed , he will re- fuse to move a step , and bracing himself with mulish stub- bornness ...
... pair of bars , that gate , or the other shed , expressing his " how d'ye do ? " to the premises , in a kind of whispered neighing ; sometimes , indeed , he will re- fuse to move a step , and bracing himself with mulish stub- bornness ...
الصفحة 95
... pairing some of the public works . What now ? Here come workers , builders and nurses , elbowing and crowding one an- other , with true city politeness . See that ! One of them is almost crushed ; they should summon the police ; their ...
... pairing some of the public works . What now ? Here come workers , builders and nurses , elbowing and crowding one an- other , with true city politeness . See that ! One of them is almost crushed ; they should summon the police ; their ...
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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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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 90 - ... speech.— And see, the master but returns to die! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...