Nature's Revelations of Character, Or, The Mental, Moral and Volitive Dispositions of Mankind, as Manifested in the Human Form and Countenance

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Página 423 - I'll smell it on the tree. — • [Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword ! — One more, one more. — Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after : — One more, and this the last : So sweet was ne'er so fatal.
Página 62 - Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Página 224 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Página 235 - A sweet attractive kind of grace ; A full assurance given by looks ; Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books — I trow that count'nance cannot lye, Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
Página 278 - In man or woman, but far most in man, And most of all in man that ministers And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn ; Object of my implacable disgust.
Página 300 - By Music, minds an equal temper know, Nor swell too high, nor sink too low. If in the breast tumultuous joys arise, Music her soft, assuasive voice applies ; Or, when the soul is press'd with cares, Exalts her in enlivening airs.
Página 336 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Página 300 - If in the breast tumultuous joys arise, Music her soft, assuasive voice applies ; Or when the soul is press'd with cares, Exalts her in enlivening airs. Warriors she fires with animated sounds ; Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds : Melancholy lifts her head, Morpheus rouses from his bed, Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes, List'ning Envy drops her snakes ; Intestine war no more our passions wage, And giddy factions bear away their rage.
Página 64 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 72 - Davy, who was then an apprentice at this hospital : the surgeon said to Mr. Davy, ' I have a case which I think you would like to see. It is a man who has been insensible for many months ; he lies on his back with very few signs of life ; he breathes, indeed, has a pulse, and some motion in his fingers ; but in all other respects he is apparently deprived of all powers of mind, volition, or sensation.

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