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... never is but always to be blest - and lives in a never- ceasing pain . - Pain may subsist without Pleasure , but Pleasure cannot subsist without Pain . - The object of the Creator bene- ficent in such an arrangement — and it is not ...
... never is but always to be blest - and lives in a never- ceasing pain . - Pain may subsist without Pleasure , but Pleasure cannot subsist without Pain . - The object of the Creator bene- ficent in such an arrangement — and it is not ...
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... never yet been duly recognised as the science of pleasure ; I am taking note of the prior fact , apart from any thought of criticism , that pleasure has very rarely been the subject of scientific inquiry . It has been the standing ...
... never yet been duly recognised as the science of pleasure ; I am taking note of the prior fact , apart from any thought of criticism , that pleasure has very rarely been the subject of scientific inquiry . It has been the standing ...
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... 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 ...
... 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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... never dreamed of defining it , or defined it 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 ...
... never dreamed of defining it , or defined it 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 ...
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... 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 philosopher , no ...
... 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 philosopher , no ...
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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...