Elements of CriticismConner & Cooke, 1833 - 504 pages |
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... kind with those which regulate our con- duct . Mathematical and metaphysical reasonings have no tendency to improve our knowledge of man ; nor are they applicable to the common affairs of life : but a just taste of the fine arts ...
... kind with those which regulate our con- duct . Mathematical and metaphysical reasonings have no tendency to improve our knowledge of man ; nor are they applicable to the common affairs of life : but a just taste of the fine arts ...
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... kind with what we felt when eye- witnesses . In a word , an agreeable or disagreeable object recalled to the mind in idea , is the occasion of a pleasant or painful emotion , of the same kind with that produced when the object was ...
... kind with what we felt when eye- witnesses . In a word , an agreeable or disagreeable object recalled to the mind in idea , is the occasion of a pleasant or painful emotion , of the same kind with that produced when the object was ...
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... kind , we find no more in its composition , than the particulars now mentioned an emotion pleasant or painful , accompanied with desire . What then shall we say ? Are passion and emotion synonymous terms ? That cannot be averred ...
... kind , we find no more in its composition , than the particulars now mentioned an emotion pleasant or painful , accompanied with desire . What then shall we say ? Are passion and emotion synonymous terms ? That cannot be averred ...
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... kind as that now mentioned : but the cause must be different ; for there can be no gra- tification where there is no desire . We have not , however , far to seek for a cause : it is involved in the nature of man , that he cannot be ...
... kind as that now mentioned : but the cause must be different ; for there can be no gra- tification where there is no desire . We have not , however , far to seek for a cause : it is involved in the nature of man , that he cannot be ...
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... kind to your wishes , Dear to your arms . By all the joys she gave you When in her blooming years she was your treasure , Look kindly on me ; in my face behold The lineaments of hers y'have kiss'd so often , Pleading the cause of your ...
... kind to your wishes , Dear to your arms . By all the joys she gave you When in her blooming years she was your treasure , Look kindly on me ; in my face behold The lineaments of hers y'have kiss'd so often , Pleading the cause of your ...
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Elements of Criticism: With the Author's Last Corrections and Additions Henry Home Kames No preview available - 2019 |
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Page 143 - All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens : Teach thy necessity to reason thus ; There is no virtue like necessity.
Page 371 - And now go to ; I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard : I will take away the hedge thereof, and it shall be eaten up, And break down the wall thereof, and it shall be trodden down...
Page 395 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, "I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Page 112 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 439 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 400 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
Page 399 - But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be : In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
Page 226 - I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool ; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
Page 388 - Why, well : Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 377 - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M.