Elements of Criticism, Том 1M. Carey, 1816 |
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... , 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 , as not.
... , 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 , as not.
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... equally in every one of the external senses . But there is a difference as to our knowledge of that impres- sion in touching , tasting , and smelling , we are sensible of the impression ; that , for example , which is made upon the hand ...
... equally in every one of the external senses . But there is a difference as to our knowledge of that impres- sion in touching , tasting , and smelling , we are sensible of the impression ; that , for example , which is made upon the hand ...
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... equally distant from the tur- bulence of passion , and the languor of indolence : and by that tone are perfectly well qualified , not only to revive the spirits when sunk by sensual gratification , but also to relax them when over ...
... equally distant from the tur- bulence of passion , and the languor of indolence : and by that tone are perfectly well qualified , not only to revive the spirits when sunk by sensual gratification , but also to relax them when over ...
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... equally in natural sounds , such as the singing of birds , or the murmuring of a brook . Nature here , the artificer of the object , as well as of the percipient , hath ac- curately suited them to each other . But of a poem , a cantata ...
... equally in natural sounds , such as the singing of birds , or the murmuring of a brook . Nature here , the artificer of the object , as well as of the percipient , hath ac- curately suited them to each other . But of a poem , a cantata ...
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... equally pleasant and familiar : we proceed gradually from the simpler to the more in- volved cases ; and in a due course of discipline , custom , which improves all our faculties , bestows acuteness on that of reason , sufficient to ...
... equally pleasant and familiar : we proceed gradually from the simpler to the more in- volved cases ; and in a due course of discipline , custom , which improves all our faculties , bestows acuteness on that of reason , sufficient to ...
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