Andre udgaver - Se alle
An Introduction to Conchology; Or, Elements of the Natural History of ...
Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2012
adductor muscle Anat animal aperture apex Aplysia appears Ascidia attached bivalves Blainville body Brachiopods branchiæ branchial branchial cavity Buccinum calcareous canal cavity Cephalopods character coat colour Conchology covered Cuvier deposited distinct dorsal edge eggs external families Ferussac fleshy fluid foot furnished Gasteropods genera genus Helix Heteropods hinge Hist horny inner internal Journ Lamarck laminæ latter layer less ligament Linnæus Lister lobes manner mantle margin membranous Milne-Edwards Mollusca mollusks mouth multivalve muscular mussels nacred naked natural naturalist Nautilus nucleus Nudibranches observed opercula operculum organs orifice outer oysters Patella pearls Pecten peculiar periostracum Phil Pholas placed plates posterior Pteropods remarkable respiration respiratory rocks says shell side siphon snail sometimes species specimens spiral spire structure substance surface tentacula Teredo Testacea testaceous thin tion Trans transverse tribes tube Tunicata univalves valves vessels Zool
Side 604 - What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet...
Side 79 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Side 128 - Or, as the snail, whose tender horns being hit, Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain, And there all smother'd up in shade doth sit, Long after fearing to creep forth again ; So, at his bloody view, her eyes are fled Into the deep dark cabins of her head...
Side 79 - I seized the vermin, home I quickly sped, And on the hearth the milk-white embers spread. Slow crawl'd the snail, and, if I right can spell In the soft ashes mark'da curious L; Oh, may this wondrous omen lucky prove! For L is found in Lubberkin and Love. ' With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.
Side 79 - But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed In the sun's palace porch, where when unyoked His chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave : Shake one and it awakens, then apply Its polished lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.
Side 48 - ... looked with disgust on the snails, they retained their awe for each other ; so that each, conceiving the symptoms of internal revolt peculiar to himself, began with infinite exertion to swallow, in very small quantities, the mess which he internally loathed. Dr Black, at length, " showed the white feather," but in a very delicate manner, as if to sound the opinion of his messmate : —
Side 492 - Another error, of a diverse nature from all the former, is the over-early and peremptory reduction of knowledge into arts and methods ; from which time rommonly sciences receive small or no augmentation.
Side 175 - When we are in perfect health and spirits, we feel in ourselves a happiness independent of any particular outward gratification whatever, and of which we can give no account. This is an enjoyment which the Deity has annexed to life ; and it probably constitutes, in a great measure, the happiness of infants and brutes, especially of the lower and sedentary- orders of animals, as of oysters, periwinkles, and the like ; for which I have sometimes been at a loss to find out amusement.
Side 67 - To clear this doubt, to know the world by sight, To find if books, or swains, report it right, (For yet by swains alone the world he knew, Whose feet came wandering o'er the nightly dew...