Psychology: A New System, Based on the Study of the Fundamental Processes of the Human Mind, Volume 1S. Swift and Company, Limited, 1912 |
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abstraction Alexander Bain already analysis apply arise Asso associations attention become brain classification colour combinations complex conception consciousness consideration considered corresponding counting Descartes Differential Calculus Discrimination discussion elliptic functions elliptic integrals equal errors in 23 Euclid examination example experience exposition expressed external world fact factors faculty Fechner's Law Feeling of Effort formulæ Fundamental Processes Generalisation Hedonic Helen Keller Herbert Spencer ideas Immediate Presentation implies impressions Impulse indicate instance involved length limit manner mathematics matter means Memory mental mind notion object objective sciences observed operation passages physical position principles problem produced proposition Psychology Quaternions question Ray Lankester Reason recognise recollection referred regard remembered repetition result retina seen sensation sense sequence similar Sir William Gowers Sophus Lie Space stimulus straight line suppose symbol symbolisation things thought tion triangle Unit various whole
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Página 274 - That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 265 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
Página 272 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 269 - I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one. Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one...
Página 273 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Página 66 - At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distilled perfumes, And stole upon the air, that even Silence Was took ere she was ware, and wished she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be so displaced. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death...
Página 273 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or...
Página 272 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 216 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Página 271 - PLEASANT it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, Where, the long drooping boughs between, Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above, But the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves, Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly move. Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground...