Human Physiology ...

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Carey & Lea, 1832 - Human physiology
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Page 511 - I am this day fourscore years old: and can I discern between good and evil? can thy servant taste what I eat or what I drink? can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women? wherefore then should thy servant be yet a burden unto my lord the king?
Page 476 - This is the book of the generations of Adam. In the day that God created man, in the likeness of God made he him ; male and female created he them ; and blessed them, and called their name Adam, in the day when they were created.
Page 135 - Skrine the least soil of breath on the bright mirror he held to his mouth ; then each of us by turns examined his arm, heart, and breath, but could not, by the nicest scrutiny, discover the least symptom of life in him.
Page 521 - And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon...
Page 421 - Me oft has Fancy ludicrous and wild Sooth'd with a waking dream of houses, towers, Trees, churches, and strange visages, express'd In the red cinders, while with poring eye I gazed, myself creating what I saw.
Page 521 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow. Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Page 94 - Berenger taught nearly the same doctrine with regard to the passage of the blood from the right side of the heart to the lungs.
Page 515 - E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner ; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years ; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still...

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