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Mental Hygiene: Or, An Examination of the Intellect and Passions, Designed ...
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1844
Mental Hygiene, Or, An Examination of the Intellect and Passions: Designed ...
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1843
Mental Hygiene; Or an Examination of the Intellect and Passions, Designed to ...
Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2018
action affections anger animal appear associated become bodily body brain called cause character child circumstances cited common condition consequence constitution continued death deep desire disease disorders early emotions especially example excited exercise existence experience expression extreme eyes fancy fear feelings force fortune frequently functions grief habits hand happiness head heart Hence hope human imagination individual influence insanity instances instinct intellectual known labors latter laws least less lives manner means melancholy ment mental mind moral morbid nature necessary nervous object observed occasion oftentimes operation organs origin painful particular passions period persons physical pleasurable powers present produced propensity reason regard relation remarkable result says scarce sense sensibility society sometimes soul spirit stomach strong sudden suffering suicide temper term terror thing thought tion true truth various violent whole young
Side 91 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Side 42 - Nor think in Nature's state they blindly trod ; The state of Nature was the reign of God. Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man ; Pride then was not, nor arts that pride to aid ; Man walk'd with beast, joint tenant of the shade ; The same his table, and the same his bed ; No murder cloth'd him, and no murder fed.
Side 311 - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Side 79 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Side 309 - From my youth upwards My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger; though I'wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Side 245 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Side 313 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Side 115 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Side 297 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Side 297 - Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil one, and one of good ; From thence the cup of mortal man he fills, Blessings to these, to those distributes ills ; To most, he mingles both : the wretch decreed To taste the bad, unmix'd, is curst indeed ; Pursued by wrongs, by meagre famine driven, He wanders, outcast both of Earth and Heaven.