The Secret of Long LifeH.S. King, 1871 - 145 էջ |
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... , indeed , see any necessity for a God , there therefore is no God , I shall not contradict them , any more than I would contradict Mr. Darwin when he asserts that the founder of the house of 16 The Secret of Long Life .
... , indeed , see any necessity for a God , there therefore is no God , I shall not contradict them , any more than I would contradict Mr. Darwin when he asserts that the founder of the house of 16 The Secret of Long Life .
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Edward James Mortimer Collins. when he asserts that the founder of the house of Darwin was an anthropoid ape . When we connect Darwinism with positivism . the inference is curious . Says the positivist , Humanity is God : says the ...
Edward James Mortimer Collins. when he asserts that the founder of the house of Darwin was an anthropoid ape . When we connect Darwinism with positivism . the inference is curious . Says the positivist , Humanity is God : says the ...
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... house , where farmers drink vile beer and talk of beeves and corn ; the village shop , where the old women talk scandal of their neigh- bours ; the county paper , with its rigmarole paragraphs about the most trivial events ; are the ...
... house , where farmers drink vile beer and talk of beeves and corn ; the village shop , where the old women talk scandal of their neigh- bours ; the county paper , with its rigmarole paragraphs about the most trivial events ; are the ...
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... house . The same number of per- sons crushed into the streets and squares of a city must of necessity lead a far inferior life . In my ideal village there should be no cottages like one within sight of my own house - a hovel of two ...
... house . The same number of per- sons crushed into the streets and squares of a city must of necessity lead a far inferior life . In my ideal village there should be no cottages like one within sight of my own house - a hovel of two ...
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... that blood freely for God and the ladies . The plutocracy , it seems to me , have faint notions as to what women were meant for . A civic . millionaire will rush by rail from his country house 42 The Secret of Long Life .
... that blood freely for God and the ladies . The plutocracy , it seems to me , have faint notions as to what women were meant for . A civic . millionaire will rush by rail from his country house 42 The Secret of Long Life .
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Էջ 32 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Էջ 94 - And lose to-morrow the ground won to-day — Ah ! do not we, wanderer ! await it too ? Yes, we await it! — but it still delays, And then we suffer! and amongst us one, Who most has suffer'd, takes dejectedly His seat upon the intellectual throne; And all his store of sad experience he Lays bare of wretched days...