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Side 76
... matter than another , because we might have been so made , that whatsoever now appears loathsome to us , might have shewn itself agreeable ; but we find by experience that there are several modifications of mat- ter which the mind ...
... matter than another , because we might have been so made , that whatsoever now appears loathsome to us , might have shewn itself agreeable ; but we find by experience that there are several modifications of mat- ter which the mind ...
Side 81
... matter , though indeed the idea of colours are so pleasing and beautiful in the imagination , that it is possible the soul will not be deprived of them , but per- haps find them excited by some other occasional cause , as they are at ...
... matter , though indeed the idea of colours are so pleasing and beautiful in the imagination , that it is possible the soul will not be deprived of them , but per- haps find them excited by some other occasional cause , as they are at ...
Side 104
... matter , than what it finds there , and can never meet with any sight in nature which suffi- ciently answers its highest idea of pleasantness ; or , in other words , because the imagination can fancy to itself things more great ...
... matter , than what it finds there , and can never meet with any sight in nature which suffi- ciently answers its highest idea of pleasantness ; or , in other words , because the imagination can fancy to itself things more great ...
Side 111
... matter , capable of being spun out into another universe . I have dwelt the longer on this subject , because I think it may shew us the proper limits , as well as the defectiveness of our imagination ; how it is confined to a very small ...
... matter , capable of being spun out into another universe . I have dwelt the longer on this subject , because I think it may shew us the proper limits , as well as the defectiveness of our imagination ; how it is confined to a very small ...
Side 112
void that surrounds it . Our reason can pursue a par- ticle of matter through an infinite variety of divisions , but the fancy soon loses sight of it , and feels in itself a kind of chasm , that wants to be filled with matter of a more ...
void that surrounds it . Our reason can pursue a par- ticle of matter through an infinite variety of divisions , but the fancy soon loses sight of it , and feels in itself a kind of chasm , that wants to be filled with matter of a more ...
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Side 331 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Side 305 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Side 297 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: 15 Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Side 199 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare. And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Side 318 - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Side 70 - OUR sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest "variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.
Side 16 - Grace, let not any light fancy or bad counsel of mine enemies withdraw your princely favour from me ; neither let that stain, that unworthy stain of a disloyal heart towards your good Grace ever cast so foul a blot on your most dutiful wife, and the infant princess, your daughter.
Side 70 - It is this sense which furnishes the imagination with its ideas ; so that by the pleasures of the imagination, or fancy, (which I shall use promiscuously,) I here mean such as arise from visible objects, either when we have them actually in our view, or when we call up their ideas into our minds by paintings, statues, descriptions, or any the like occasion.
Side 318 - Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Side 200 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.