Elements of Mental Philosophy, embracing the two department of the Intellect and the Sensibilities

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98. oldal - I may therefore conclude, that the passion of laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of some eminency in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmity of others, or with our own formerly...
82. oldal - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
83. oldal - The voice of the Lord is upon the waters: the God of glory thundereth: the Lord is upon many waters.
89. oldal - AND I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud : and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire...
82. oldal - He bowed the heavens also, and came down : and darkness was under his feet. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly : yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
236. oldal - Oh, my son Absalom ! my son, my son Absalom ! Would God I had died for thee, oh, Absalom, my son, my son...
352. oldal - Hear ye the word of the Lord, O house of Jacob, and all the families of the house of Israel : thus saith the Lord, What iniquity have your fathers found in me, that they are gone far from me, and have walked after vanity, and are become vain...
204. oldal - The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words, literally translated, were these : ' The winds roared and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. Ke has no mother to bring him milk ; no wife to grind his corn.' Chorus : 'Let us pity the white man ; no mother has he, etc., etc.
414. oldal - I have, upon innumerable occasions, observed him suddenly stop, and then seem to count his steps with a deep earnestness ; and when he had neglected or gone wrong in this sort of magical movement, I have seen him go back again, put himself in a proper posture to begin the ceremony, and, having gone through it, break from his abstraction, walk briskly on, and join his companion.
89. oldal - He spake ; and, to confirm his words, out flew Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumined Hell. Highly they raged Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms Clashed on their sounding shields the din of war, Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heaven.

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