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... ment of the fact - and the mystery that belongs to it . The earliest well - wrought theory of Pleasure that it is an escape from Pain . - How the doctrine was expounded by Kant.- Man never is but always to be blest - and lives in a ...
... ment of the fact - and the mystery that belongs to it . The earliest well - wrought theory of Pleasure that it is an escape from Pain . - How the doctrine was expounded by Kant.- Man never is but always to be blest - and lives in a ...
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... ment of his doctrine . - Refutation of his doctrine , as to the chronological order of our feelings . - It follows that Hamilton , who believes in the existence of Hidden Thought , ought much more to believe in the reality of Hidden ...
... ment of his doctrine . - Refutation of his doctrine , as to the chronological order of our feelings . - It follows that Hamilton , who believes in the existence of Hidden Thought , ought much more to believe in the reality of Hidden ...
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... ment . - Vitality of assertion . - On the assertion that Art is a poison . The condemnation of Art is but part of the condem- nation passed upon all Pleasure . — The asceticism of human nature , and the egotism of Pleasure . - What we ...
... ment . - Vitality of assertion . - On the assertion that Art is a poison . The condemnation of Art is but part of the condem- nation passed upon all Pleasure . — The asceticism of human nature , and the egotism of Pleasure . - What we ...
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... ment . On the mighty effects produced from small mechanical causes , as from the invention of the alphabet - and as from the invention of printing . - There are some mechanical inven- tions of our own time , that are not less ...
... ment . On the mighty effects produced from small mechanical causes , as from the invention of the alphabet - and as from the invention of printing . - There are some mechanical inven- tions of our own time , that are not less ...
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... ment . the sense in which pleasure is to be regarded as the aim of art and as the theme of criticism . That view will be confirmed as we pursue our inquiries into the nature of pleasure . In enter- ing upon this inquest , however , I ...
... ment . the sense in which pleasure is to be regarded as the aim of art and as the theme of criticism . That view will be confirmed as we pursue our inquiries into the nature of pleasure . In enter- ing upon this inquest , however , I ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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?
Page 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...