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... of Milton's poetry . The gist of the argument . - Illustrated in the law of colours , and the eye's creation of colour . - Summary of the argument Page 209 CHAPTER XVII . THE ETHICAL CURRENT . The difficulty of xii Contents .
... of Milton's poetry . The gist of the argument . - Illustrated in the law of colours , and the eye's creation of colour . - Summary of the argument Page 209 CHAPTER XVII . THE ETHICAL CURRENT . The difficulty of xii Contents .
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... eyes ? are of no account in the science of optics ; so in a science of pleasure all questions as to the moral right or wrong and good or bad of pleasure - seeking are nothing to the point . And if we put aside these moral and practical ...
... eyes ? are of no account in the science of optics ; so in a science of pleasure all questions as to the moral right or wrong and good or bad of pleasure - seeking are nothing to the point . And if we put aside these moral and practical ...
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... eyes and never to be felt within our grasp . Not so ; we attempt the scientific disclosure of any mystery -Knowledge , Being , Cause , Will - sooner than that of pleasure . Whatever may be thought of Sir William Hamilton's Hamilton as a ...
... eyes and never to be felt within our grasp . Not so ; we attempt the scientific disclosure of any mystery -Knowledge , Being , Cause , Will - sooner than that of pleasure . Whatever may be thought of Sir William Hamilton's Hamilton as a ...
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... in terms that mean nothing . Thus Locke never attempts to explain what we are to understand by it . Pleasure is pleasure in his eyes , to be far that defective . X. CHAPTER for pleasure , and that the thirst is On Pleasure . 11.
... in terms that mean nothing . Thus Locke never attempts to explain what we are to understand by it . Pleasure is pleasure in his eyes , to be far that defective . X. CHAPTER for pleasure , and that the thirst is On Pleasure . 11.
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... eyes a never to be felt within our grasp . Not so ; attempt the scientific disclosure of any myst -Knowledge , Being , Cause , Will - sooner th that of pleasure . Whatever may be thought of Sir Willia Hamilton's Hamilton as a ...
... eyes a never to be felt within our grasp . Not so ; attempt the scientific disclosure of any myst -Knowledge , Being , Cause , Will - sooner th that of pleasure . Whatever may be thought of Sir Willia Hamilton's Hamilton as a ...
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action Archdeacon Hare argument Aristippus Aristotle artist assertion beautiful biography called CHAPTER character colour conceit conscious criticism Cyrenaic delight described doctrine Doge Doge of Venice doubt drama enjoyment Europe example eyes fact fact law feeling fiction flourished Georgiana Fullerton give Goethe Greek grief happy heart heaven hero hidden pleasure human idea imagination individual influence knowledge less literature live look Lord Houghton Marc Girardin means ment Mill Milton mind modern monks moral movement music of Provence nature ness never object opinion ourselves pain painting passion philosophy Pietro Ziani Plato plea Plutarch poet poetical poetry present pure pleasure question racter regard sensation sense Sir William Hamilton Socrates soul speak spirit suicide sure sympathy tell tendency thing thinker thou thought tion true truth uncon vanity Venetian Venice withers words XVII
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Seite 235 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 135 - Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon.
Seite 136 - Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Seite 9 - tis all a cheat ; Yet, fooled with Hope, men favour the deceit, Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day, Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Seite 38 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Seite 122 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 222 - Tragedy, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems: therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and suchlike passions, that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.
Seite 196 - Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot; Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Seite 134 - Alas! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?
Seite 45 - Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people...