Elements of Mental Philosophy: Embracing the Two Departments of the Intellect and the Sensibilities, Band 1 |
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able abstract action appear apply association attention become belief body called cause character circumstances color combined complex conceptions connection consequence consideration considered constitution direct distinct dreams effect evidence examination exercise existence experience explain express external fact feeling frequently further give given ground habit hand hearing human ideas illustrated imagination immediately implies important instance intellectual internal kind knowledge known language less limited material matter means memory mental mere merely mind nature necessary never notice notion objects observed occasion once operations organ origin outward particular perceive perception perhaps person possess present principle probably propositions qualities question reasoning reference regard relation remark respect result seems sensation senses separate sight simple sometimes soul sound speak statement succession suggested supposed term thing thought tion touch train true truth various whole
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Seite 287 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 162 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Seite 197 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Seite 72 - For the invisible things of God from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead...
Seite 413 - The sooty films that play upon the bars Pendulous, and foreboding in the view Of superstition prophesying still Though still deceived, some stranger's near approach.
Seite 327 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Seite 220 - Secondly, the other fountain from which experience furnisheth the understanding with ideas, is the perception * of the operations of our own minds within us, as it is employed about the ideas it has got; which operations, when the soul comes to reflect on and consider, do furnish the understanding with another set of ideas, which could not be had from things without...
Seite 202 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots...
Seite 220 - This source of ideas every man has wholly in himself; and though it be not sense, as having nothing to do with external objects, yet it is very like it, and might properly enough be called internal sense...
Seite 323 - So she went into the garden, to cut a cabbage-leaf to make an apple-pie ; and at the same time a great she-bear coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. What, no soap?