Elements of Criticism, Том 1M. Carey, 1816 |
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... feeling , they make regular govern- ment a double blessing . THESE Considerations embolden me to hope for your ... feeling , as not to need instruction : it is equally rare to find one so low in feeling , as not.
... feeling , they make regular govern- ment a double blessing . THESE Considerations embolden me to hope for your ... feeling , as not to need instruction : it is equally rare to find one so low in feeling , as not.
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... feeling , pleasant or painful , must be in the mind ; and yet , because in tasting , touching , and smell- ing , we are sensible of the impression made upon the organ , we are led to place there also the plea- sant or painful feeling ...
... feeling , pleasant or painful , must be in the mind ; and yet , because in tasting , touching , and smell- ing , we are sensible of the impression made upon the organ , we are led to place there also the plea- sant or painful feeling ...
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... feelings caused by that impression ; and there- fore we naturally place them in the mind , where they really are : upon that account , they are con- ceived to be more refined and spiritual , than what are derived from tasting , touching ...
... feelings caused by that impression ; and there- fore we naturally place them in the mind , where they really are : upon that account , they are con- ceived to be more refined and spiritual , than what are derived from tasting , touching ...
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... feelings . The fine arts are contrived to give pleasure to the eye and the ear , disregarding the inferior senses . A taste for these arts is a plant that grows naturally in many soils ; but , without culture , scarce to per- fection in ...
... feelings . The fine arts are contrived to give pleasure to the eye and the ear , disregarding the inferior senses . A taste for these arts is a plant that grows naturally in many soils ; but , without culture , scarce to per- fection in ...
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... feeling without interposing any judgment , poetry , music , painting , are mere pastime . In the prime of life , indeed , they are delightful , being supported by the force of novelty , and the heat of imagination : but In time they ...
... feeling without interposing any judgment , poetry , music , painting , are mere pastime . In the prime of life , indeed , they are delightful , being supported by the force of novelty , and the heat of imagination : but In time they ...
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