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Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use . Mine eyes are made the fools o ' the other senses , Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade , and dudgeon , gouts of blood ...
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use . Mine eyes are made the fools o ' the other senses , Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade , and dudgeon , gouts of blood ...
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Page 206 - Let us then suppose the mind to be, as we say, white paper, void of all characters, without any ideas; how comes it to be furnished? Whence comes it by that vast store, which the busy and boundless fancy of man has painted on it with an almost endless variety? Whence has it all the materials of reason and knowledge? To this I answer, in one word, from EXPERIENCE; in that all our knowledge is founded, and from that it ultimately derives itself.
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Page 118 - Veritate, in my hand, and, kneeling on my knees, devoutly said these words, 0 thou eternal God, Author of the light which now shines upon me, and Giver of all inward illuminations, I do beseech thee, of thy infinite goodness, to pardon a greater request than a sinner ought to make; I am not satisfied enough whether I shall publish this book, De Veritate...
Page 94 - Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 206 - Though the qualities that affect our senses are, in the things themselves, so united and blended, that there is no separation, no distance between them; yet it is plain the ideas they produce in the mind enter by the senses simple and unmixed...
Page 94 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
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| Title | An essay towards a science of consciousness |
| Author | J. L. Murphy |
| Published | 1838 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 18 Oct 2006 |
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