The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, 2 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... exertions of a pure and unsophisticated mind . To such a mind the passing subjects of fashionable interest in the inter- course of familiar life , are unattractive , and even contemptible . " I have never , " says Johnson , " complied ...
... exertions of a pure and unsophisticated mind . To such a mind the passing subjects of fashionable interest in the inter- course of familiar life , are unattractive , and even contemptible . " I have never , " says Johnson , " complied ...
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... exertions , burns brightest in those bosoms , whose powers are best adapted to attain it . It is a generous passion , which is unfelt by selfish minds . Its gratifications are generally ideal ; and remote both in point of time and place ...
... exertions , burns brightest in those bosoms , whose powers are best adapted to attain it . It is a generous passion , which is unfelt by selfish minds . Its gratifications are generally ideal ; and remote both in point of time and place ...
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... exertions from those who are capable of appreciating his merits , or receiving pleasure from his productions , is treated by his neighbours , and by those among whom he is thrown by the common intercourse of life , with coldness and ...
... exertions from those who are capable of appreciating his merits , or receiving pleasure from his productions , is treated by his neighbours , and by those among whom he is thrown by the common intercourse of life , with coldness and ...
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... exertions . I can never therefore bring my mind to believe that that fame which is sought and won by the pure efforts of intellectual labour , is when obtained hollow and valueless . Let us instance in Milton . Giving all the credit ...
... exertions . I can never therefore bring my mind to believe that that fame which is sought and won by the pure efforts of intellectual labour , is when obtained hollow and valueless . Let us instance in Milton . Giving all the credit ...
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... exertions of a kind so extraordinary , why should he be led on by the auxiliary motive of a false hope ? The future is unknown to us ; the world of spirits , with their occupations and enjoyments , is hid from our narrow sights ...
... exertions of a kind so extraordinary , why should he be led on by the auxiliary motive of a false hope ? The future is unknown to us ; the world of spirits , with their occupations and enjoyments , is hid from our narrow sights ...
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The Ruminator– Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., 2 tomas Sir Egerton Brydges Visos knygos peržiūra - 1813 |
The Ruminator– Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., 2 tomas Sir Egerton Brydges Visos knygos peržiūra - 1813 |
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