Word: soul
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...extraordinary sounds. Accordingly, in his "History of German Religion and Philosophy" we find a very witty illustration which is quite to the point. He gives an account of a man fabricated by an English mechanician. This manufactured man did credit to the author of his being, lacking only a soul, A sort of feeling the creature had in its leathern breast; and this feeling, Heine maliciously observes, was not essentially different from the ordinary feelings of an Englishman. It could even communicate its sensations in articulate sounds, and the very rattle of its inside rollers, toothed wheels, and springs...
...steeling his heart, he tried to crush her by his formula: "It would afford me the sincerest gratification, madam, to furnish you with any pecuniary aid in my power, but I am constrained to say, with the poet, that 'chill penury has froze the genial current of my soul.'" This, delivered in pompous tones and with many a gesture, had its effect, - more sighs and tears. At length she summoned up courage to ask if he could n't give her a pair of old pants...
...soul but you would I for worlds the secret tell...
...need not specify - all know whom I mean - that friendly young man whose visits are as regular as the flow and ebb of the sea; that congenial soul who, on finding our oak sported, evinces his superior knowledge of college customs by treating us to the soul-soothing sound of the devil's tattoo beaten upon our door in a manner truly vigorous, giving vent at the same time to expressions of mistrust as to our being out, and whose incredulous phiz we finally see peering at us through the ventilator. In what a pleasant frame of mind...
...clock on Massachusetts struck midnight, and he heard the scuffling feet and ghostly shrieks of Mrs. Wiswall No. I, who disappeared so mysteriously, to be suddenly replaced by Mrs. Wiswall No. 2, thereby throwing a dark cloud of suspicion over the respectable character of Mr. Wiswall. He filled my soul with envy as he told of his Commons in Harvard Hall during those palmy days - alas! now gone by - when the bread of the College baker was renowned throughout all Cambridge; and I mournfully thought of my Commons, where the bread has only a local fame, and is not eagerly...