Encyclopædia Britannica: Or, A Dictionary of Arts, Sciences, and Miscellaneous Literature, Nide 15,Osa 1Colin Macfarquhar, George Gleig A. Bell and C. Macfarquhar, 1797 |
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Sivu 84
... piston has been preffed down to the bottom , and then attempt to draw up the pifton , we fhall find a confiderable force neceffary , viz . about 15 or 16 pounds for every square inch of the section of the fyringe . Exerting this force ...
... piston has been preffed down to the bottom , and then attempt to draw up the pifton , we fhall find a confiderable force neceffary , viz . about 15 or 16 pounds for every square inch of the section of the fyringe . Exerting this force ...
Sivu 85
... piston ; and if the piston be hung by its ring on a nail , the fyringe requires force to draw it down ( just as much as to draw the pifton up ) ; and if it be let go , it will spring up , unless loaded with at leaft 15 pounds for every ...
... piston ; and if the piston be hung by its ring on a nail , the fyringe requires force to draw it down ( just as much as to draw the pifton up ) ; and if it be let go , it will spring up , unless loaded with at leaft 15 pounds for every ...
Sivu 86
... piston can be drawn up , and thus a void produced . No , fay the Peripatetics ; and they speak of certain fpirits , effluvia , & c . which occupy the place . But if fo , why needs the water rife ? This therefore is not the cause of its ...
... piston can be drawn up , and thus a void produced . No , fay the Peripatetics ; and they speak of certain fpirits , effluvia , & c . which occupy the place . But if fo , why needs the water rife ? This therefore is not the cause of its ...
Sivu 92
... piston having reached the top of the barrel , a hole F in the fide of it is juft below the pifton , and the air rushes through this hole and fills the barrel . Now pufh the pifton down again , it immediately paffes the hole F , and no ...
... piston having reached the top of the barrel , a hole F in the fide of it is juft below the pifton , and the air rushes through this hole and fills the barrel . Now pufh the pifton down again , it immediately paffes the hole F , and no ...
Sivu 93
... piston valve : therefore the air which gets ried much farther ; but the precife degree could not be in will want at least this proportion of its complete afcertained . elafticity ; and there is always a fimilar part of the elafticity ...
... piston valve : therefore the air which gets ried much farther ; but the precife degree could not be in will want at least this proportion of its complete afcertained . elafticity ; and there is always a fimilar part of the elafticity ...
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Sivu 231 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Sivu 224 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride : — Happy, happy, happy pair ! None but the brave None but the brave None but the brave deserves the fair...
Sivu 231 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Sivu 231 - On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car, And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command. Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Sivu 192 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Sivu 221 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Sivu 230 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Sivu 224 - On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound : (So should desert in arms be crown'd.) The lovely Thais, by his side, Sate like a blooming Eastern bride In flow'r of youth and beauty's pride.
Sivu 172 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve...
Sivu 230 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe.