Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Arts, Količina 60W & R Chambers, 1883 |
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Stran 11
... light of the small windows , and advancing up a metallic vista , with ungainly helmeted horsemen in endless array , among a confusion of the debris of medieval battle , a sense of awe hushes the sightseers ; they look with serious faces ...
... light of the small windows , and advancing up a metallic vista , with ungainly helmeted horsemen in endless array , among a confusion of the debris of medieval battle , a sense of awe hushes the sightseers ; they look with serious faces ...
Stran 38
... light which even this little world of ours receives , we can form some faint idea of the enormous amount of heat con- tinually given out by the sun and the pro- digious waste that must be going on . And if we would form any real ...
... light which even this little world of ours receives , we can form some faint idea of the enormous amount of heat con- tinually given out by the sun and the pro- digious waste that must be going on . And if we would form any real ...
Stran 39
... light and heat which is being continually thrown into space , proves that the sun is converting much of its substance into other forms ; and unless the waste be supplied from some external source , the material of which the orb is ...
... light and heat which is being continually thrown into space , proves that the sun is converting much of its substance into other forms ; and unless the waste be supplied from some external source , the material of which the orb is ...
Stran 40
... light and heat , than to adopt this new theory , even though promulgated by so eminent a scientist as Dr Siemens . FOR HIMSELF ALONE . A TALE OF REVERSED IDENTITIES . CHAPTER III . EIGHT weeks had come and gone since Frank Frobisher ...
... light and heat , than to adopt this new theory , even though promulgated by so eminent a scientist as Dr Siemens . FOR HIMSELF ALONE . A TALE OF REVERSED IDENTITIES . CHAPTER III . EIGHT weeks had come and gone since Frank Frobisher ...
Stran 57
... light given out is a very near approach to the well - known lime - light . These incandescent gas - burners , from their very beauty and purity - for the combustion is so perfect that no unconsumed products are given off - would at once ...
... light given out is a very near approach to the well - known lime - light . These incandescent gas - burners , from their very beauty and purity - for the combustion is so perfect that no unconsumed products are given off - would at once ...
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Stran 338 - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me.
Stran 243 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Stran 337 - as I enter the door of a tavern, I experience an oblivion of care, and a freedom from solicitude : when I am seated, I find the master courteous, and the servants obsequious to my call ; anxious to know and ready to supply my wants : wine there exhilarates my spirits, and prompts me to free conversation, and an interchange of discourse with those whom I most love : I dogmatise, and am contradicted ; and in this conflict of opinions and sentiments I find delight.
Stran 338 - I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was...
Stran 294 - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Stran 87 - There is another fine ode on the installation of the Duke of Grafton, as Chancellor of the University of Cambridge.
Stran 385 - XXI. The helm, to his strong arm consign'd, Gave the reef'd sail to meet the wind, And on her alter'd way, Fierce bounding, forward sprung the ship, Like greyhound starting from the slip To seize his flying prey. Awaked before the rushing prow, The mimic fires of ocean glow, Those lightnings of the wave ; * Wild sparkles crest the broken tides, And, flashing round, the vessel's sides With elvish lustre lave, While, far behind, their livid light To the dark billows of the night A gloomy splendour...
Stran 242 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Stran 243 - Groves. 1 heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day, His voice was buried among trees...
Stran 53 - What a place to be in is an old library ! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers, that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians, were reposing here, as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade.