The circle secerned from the square, and its area gauged in terms of a triangle common to both, כרך 331862 |
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The Circle Secerned from the Square, and Its Area Gauged in Terms of a ... <span dir=ltr>William Houlston</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
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acquires no slight addition to sixteen amount areal AUTHOR'S ADMIRING APPRECIATION BROWN calculation central trigon circle's area circle's content circumferent lines cognate circle commuted residual commuted trigon commuted-residual computation concave cap concave corner conclusion consequently correct measure decimal descending powers diagram exact content figure five trigons full square gauging square hollows HONOURABLE LORD BROUGHAM incommensurable Inigo and Outigo inscribed intersected LORDSHIP'S DISTINGUISHED MERITS lozenge M.S. OF ALZARA Mathematicians minor-segment minus mitre numeral notation numeral value octral triangle plus'd-residuals portion power of 576 PURSUIT OF SCIENCE quarter star quò rectangle rectangular parallelogram reduced into terms remaining RIGHT HONOURABLE SECTION sedecimal triangle pendant semi-apex semi-apices semi-clip semi-mitres semi-residual semi-trigonal square shewing four particles shewn single trigon six trigons sixteen residuals skill in endeavouring space occupied square of 24 star and segment Stars are detected sub-residual sub-trigon subter-residual subter-trigons success symmetries triangle of 36 unevolved complement VERITABLE CONTENT wing WOLCOT γὰς
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 17 - Nature's hidden depths, trace each mysterious cause, with judgment read th' expanded volume, and submiss adore that great creative will, who at a word spoke forth the wondrous scene. But if my soul, to this gross clay...
עמוד 5 - Orb within orb the charmed audience throng, And the green vault reverberates the song. "Breathe soft, ye gales!" the fair Carlina cries, "Bear on broad wings your votress to the skies. How sweetly mutable yon orient hues, As morn's fair hand her opening roses strews; How bright, when Iris blending many a ray Binds in embroidered wreath the brow of day; Soft, when the pendant Moon with...
עמוד 11 - El par che voi veggiate, se ben odo, dinanzi quel che '1 tempo seco adduce, e nel presente tenete altro modo ». 99 «Noi veggiam, come quei c'ha mala luce, le cose» disse «che ne son lontano; cotanto ancor ne splende il sommo duce.
עמוד 4 - ... How slender now, alas ! thy thread of fire ! Ah, falling, falling, ready to expire ! In vain thy struggles— all will soon be o'er — At life thou snatchest with an eager leap : Now round I see thy flame so feeble creep, Faint...
עמוד 17 - And read it like a talisman of love ! Press on ! for it is godlike to unloose The spirit, and forget yourself in thought ; Bending a pinion for the deeper sky, And, in the very fetters of your flesh, Mating with the pure essences of heaven ! Press on ! — ' for in the grave there is no work, And no device.
עמוד 11 - S'ils ont des histoires, ils ont des mois, des années, des siècles, des époques proportionnées à la durée d'une fleur. Ils ont une autre chronologie que la nôtre, comme ils ont une autre hydraulique et une autre optique. Ainsi, à mesure que l'homme s'approche des éléments de la nature, les principes de sa science s'évanouissent.
עמוד 9 - ... curls, As on her couch she sleeps. 'Tis like the light, a gift to all, To prince, to peasant given ; Awake, asleep, around us still, There is this gift of heaven ; This strange mysterious thing we call The breeze, the air, the wind ; We call it so, but know no more, — 'Tis mystery, like our mind. Think not the things most wonderful Are those beyond our ken, — For wonders are around the paths, The daily paths of men ! ELIZABETH HAWKSHAW.
עמוד 3 - Shakspeare's page, I mark, in visions of delight, the sage, High o'er the wrecks of man, who stands sublime; A Column in the melancholy Waste (Its cities humbled, and its glories past), Majestic...
עמוד 9 - Nature ! a' thy shows an' forms To feeling, pensive hearts hae charms ! Whether the summer kindly warms, Wi' life an' light, Or winter howls, in gusty storms, The lang, dark night ! The muse, nae poet ever fand her, Till by himsel' he learn'd to wander, Adown some trotting burn's meander, An' no think lang ; O sweet to stray an...