Elements of Criticism, Том 1M. Carey, 1816 |
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... taste , by unfolding those princi- ples that ought to govern the taste of every indi- vidual . It is rare to find one born with such delicacy of feeling , as not to need instruction : it is equally rare to find one so low in feeling ...
... taste , by unfolding those princi- ples that ought to govern the taste of every indi- vidual . It is rare to find one born with such delicacy of feeling , as not to need instruction : it is equally rare to find one so low in feeling ...
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... taste with re- spect to beauties of art or of nature , is scarce endea- voured in any seminary of learning ; a lamentable defect , considering how early in life taste is suscep- tible of culture , and how difficult to reform it if un ...
... taste with re- spect to beauties of art or of nature , is scarce endea- voured in any seminary of learning ; a lamentable defect , considering how early in life taste is suscep- tible of culture , and how difficult to reform it if un ...
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... taste is seldom wrong , was resolved from the beginning to submit to it with entire resignation : its severest disapprobation might have incited him to do better , but never to complain . Finding now the judgment of the public to be ...
... taste is seldom wrong , was resolved from the beginning to submit to it with entire resignation : its severest disapprobation might have incited him to do better , but never to complain . Finding now the judgment of the public to be ...
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... taste , touch , and smell . Touch affords the most satisfactory experiments . Were it not that the delusion is detected by philosophy , no person would hesitate to pronounce , that the pleasure arising from touch- ing a smooth , soft ...
... taste , touch , and smell . Touch affords the most satisfactory experiments . Were it not that the delusion is detected by philosophy , no person would hesitate to pronounce , that the pleasure arising from touch- ing a smooth , soft ...
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... taste in the fine arts goes * A taste for natural objects is born with us in perfection ; for re- lishing a fine countenance , a rich landscape , or a vivid colour , cul- ture is unnecessary . The observation holds equally in natural ...
... taste in the fine arts goes * A taste for natural objects is born with us in perfection ; for re- lishing a fine countenance , a rich landscape , or a vivid colour , cul- ture is unnecessary . The observation holds equally in natural ...
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