Geological Stories: A Series of Autobiographies in Chronological Order

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G. P. Putnam's sons, 1874 - 301 páginas

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Página 238 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Página 146 - Contemplate all this work of Time, The giant labouring in his youth ; Nor dream of human love and truth, As dying Nature's earth and lime ; But trust that those we call the dead Are breathers of an ampler day For ever nobler ends. They say, The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, 10 The seeming prey of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man...
Página 167 - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Página 58 - In weather-stains or crusted o'er by Nature With her first growths, detaching by the stroke A chip or splinter — to resolve his doubts; And, with that ready answer satisfied, The substance classes by some barbarous name, And hurries on...
Página 146 - They say, The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man; Who throve and branch'd from clime to clime, The herald of a higher race, And of himself in higher place, If so he type this work of time Within himself...
Página 14 - God worketh slowly : and a thousand years He takes to lift His hand off. Layer on layer He made earth, fashioned it and hardened it Into the great, bright, useful thing it is ; Its seas, life-crowded, and soul-hallowed lands He girded with the girdle of the sun, That...
Página 207 - O'er all the bees, with murmuring music, flew From bell to bell, to sip the treasured dew ; While insect myriads, in the solar gleams, Glanced to and fro, like intermingling beams ; So fresh, so pure, the woods, the sky, the air, It seemed a place where angels might repair, And tune their harps beneath those tranquil shades, To morning songs, or moonlight serenades.
Página 37 - By marvellous structure climbing towards the day. Each wrought alone, yet all together wrought, Unconscious, not unworthy, instruments, By which a hand invisible was rearing A new creation in the secret deep. Omnipotence wrought in them, with them, by them ; Hence, what omnipotence alone could do. Worms did.
Página 207 - Gay lights and shadows twinkled on the ground ; Up the tall stems luxuriant creepers run To hang their silver blossoms in the sun ; Deep velvet verdure clad the turf beneath, Where trodden flowers their richest odours breathe ; O'er all the bees, with murmuring music, flew From bell to bell...
Página 37 - To adamant, by their petrific touch; Frail were their frames, ephemeral their lives, Their masonry imperishable. All Life's needful functions, food, exertion, rest, By nice economy of Providence Were overruled to carry on the process, Which out of water brought forth solid rock.

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