The Education of the Central Nervous System: A Study of Foundations, Especially of Sensory and Motor TrainingMacmillan, 1896 - 258 من الصفحات 2000, Gift of the South Carolina State Hospital. |
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animals association attention auditory images become birds boys brain cells cause central nervous system cerebellum cerebral cerebrum child colour connection consciousness convolutions cortex cultivated definite images direction early energy enjoyment environment eyes fact fatigue fissure of Rolando flowers frontal habit hand hear human idea important impressed kind less lived matter memory ment mental Midsummer Night's Dream modification motor action motor cells motor centre motor element motor nerve movements muscles muscular natural objects nerve cells nerve fibres never notice nutrition occipital lobes odour images organ passage persons physiological plastic play pleasure probably Psychic Psychology pupils reactions recall reflex reflex action rose says sensation sensory brain tracts Shakspere Shakspere's sight smell Snitterfield song sound spinal cord stimuli Stratford Stratford-on-Avon sweet tactile taste temporal lobes things thought tion touch visual images Warwickshire write youth
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الصفحة 113 - The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses. Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwooed, and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.
الصفحة 191 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
الصفحة 113 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
الصفحة 143 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
الصفحة 91 - I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still « "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
الصفحة 190 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
الصفحة 207 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
الصفحة 127 - ... Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
الصفحة 123 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
الصفحة 217 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride — That hour o...