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... thing . If this argument need confirmation , I urge experience : whoever makes a trial will find , that ideas are linked together in the mind , forming a connected chain ; and that we ... things are Chap Perceptions and Ideas in a train,
... thing . If this argument need confirmation , I urge experience : whoever makes a trial will find , that ideas are linked together in the mind , forming a connected chain ; and that we ... things are Chap Perceptions and Ideas in a train,
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... things together without end . Not a single thing appears solitary and alto- gether devoid of connexion ; the only difference is , that some are intimately connected , some more slightly ; some near , some at a distance . Experience will ...
... things together without end . Not a single thing appears solitary and alto- gether devoid of connexion ; the only difference is , that some are intimately connected , some more slightly ; some near , some at a distance . Experience will ...
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... things of equal rank , such as sheep in a fold , or trees in a wood , it must be indifferent in what order they be surveyed . But , in things of unequal rank , our tendency is , to view the prin- cipal subject before we descend to its ...
... things of equal rank , such as sheep in a fold , or trees in a wood , it must be indifferent in what order they be surveyed . But , in things of unequal rank , our tendency is , to view the prin- cipal subject before we descend to its ...
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... things are brought together without the slightest connexion , if it be not what may be call- ed verbal , i . e . taking the same word in different meanings . Surgamus : solet esse gravis cantantibus umbra . Juniperi gravis umbra ...
... things are brought together without the slightest connexion , if it be not what may be call- ed verbal , i . e . taking the same word in different meanings . Surgamus : solet esse gravis cantantibus umbra . Juniperi gravis umbra ...
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... we love what is agreeable , and hate what is disagreeable . And indeed it is evident , that a thing must be agreeable or disagreeable , before it can be the object either of love or 14 [ CHAP . 2 . Emotions and Passions .
... we love what is agreeable , and hate what is disagreeable . And indeed it is evident , that a thing must be agreeable or disagreeable , before it can be the object either of love or 14 [ CHAP . 2 . Emotions and Passions .
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Page 69 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Page 174 - 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 225 - God save the mark ! — And telling me the sovereign'st thing on Earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Page 181 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Page 396 - Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she — O God ! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer — married with mine uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Page 122 - I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
Page 383 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Page 224 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Page 224 - But I remember when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Page 227 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O no, the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.