The Natural History of Society in the Barbarous and Civilized State: An Essay Towards Discovering the Origin and Course of Human Improvement, 第 1 卷

Longman, Orme, Brown, Green & Longmans, 1840

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第68页 - to widen the sphere of its influence: the first impulse Serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace, His country next, and ne'xt all human race.
第102页 - And he will take your menservauts, and your maidservants, and your goodliest young men, and your asses, and put them to his work. He will take the tenth of your sheep : and ye shall be his servants. And ye shall cry out on that day because of your king which ye
第173页 - Master, who did sin, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?" Jesus answered, " Neither hath this man sinned nor his parents; but that the work of God should be made manifest in
第162页 - he was driven from men, and did cat grass as oxen, and his body was wet with the dew of heaven, till his hairs were grown like eagles' feathers, and his nails like birds' claws.
第281页 - Then all unknown its columns rose Where dark and undisturb'd repose The cormorant had found. And the shy seal had quiet home, And welter'd in that wondrous dome, Where as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself it seemed would raise A minster to her Maker's praise.
第162页 - But relaxation of the languid frame By soft recumbency of outstretch'd limbs Was bliss reserved for happier days. So slow The growth of what is excellent : so hard T' attain perfection in this nether world. Thus first Necessity invented stools, Convenience next suggested elbow chairs, And Luxury th
第286页 - A dark cloak of the roebuck's skin Covered the warrior, and within Its heavy folds, the weapons, made For the hard toils of war, were laid; The cuirass woven of plaited reeds, And the broad belt of shells and beads. Before, a dark-haired virgin train Chanted the death-dirge of the slain
第252页 - by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame; O God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress.*
第xi页 - o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. In the discussion of such a variety of topics as necessarily enter into the complicated histories of barbarism and civilization, many of which have been the themes of bitter dispute and angry controversy, the Author, without at all compromising his own opinions, has been anxious to avoid saying
第196页 - These fertile plains, that softened vale, Were once the birthright of the Gael : The stranger came with iron hand, And from our fathers rent the land. Where dwell we now? See rudely swell Crag over crag, and fell o'er fell. . . . Pent in this