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                    Notes          considered as one entire Piece.. . . Our Imagination loves to be filled with an Object, or to grasp at
                                   any thing that is too big for its Capacity. We are flung into a pleasing Astonishment at such
                                   unbounded Views, and feel a delightful Stillness and Amazement in the Soul at the Apprehension
                                   of them. The Mind of Man naturally hates everything that looks like a Restraint upon it, and is apt
                                   to fancy it self under a sort of Confinement, when the Sight is pent up in a narrow Compass, and
                                   shortned on every side by the Neighbourhood of Walls or Mountains.. . . [W]ide and undetermined
                                   Prospects are as pleasing to the Fancy, as the Speculations of  Eternity or Infinitude are to the
                                   Understanding. But if there be a Beauty or  Uncommonness joined with this Grandeur, as in a
                                   troubled Ocean, a Heaven adorned with Stars and Meteors, or a spacious Landskip cut out into
                                   Rivers, Woods, Rocks, and Meadows, the Pleasure still grows upon us, as it rises from more than
                                   a single Principle.
                                   [Novelty] bestows Charms on a Monster, and makes even the Imperfections of Nature please us.”
                                   Every thing that is new or uncommon raises a Pleasure in the Imagination, because it fills the Soul
                                   with an agreeable Surprize, gratifies its Curiosity, and gives it an Idea of which it was not before
                                   possest. We are indeed so often conversant with one Set of Objects, and tired out with so many
                                   repeated Shows of the same Things, that whatever is new or uncommon contributes a little to vary
                                   human Life, and to divert our Minds, for a while, with the Strangeness of its Appearance: It serves
                                   us for a kind of Refreshment, and takes off from that Satiety we are apt to complain of in our usual
                                   and ordinary Entertainments. It is this that bestows Charms on a Monster, and makes even the
                                   Imperfections of Nature please us. It is this that recommends Variety, where the Mind is every
                                   Instant called off to something new, and the Attention not suffered to dwell too long, and waste
                                   it self on any particular Object. It is this, likewise, that improves what is great or beautiful, and
                                   make it afford the Mind a double Entertainment.





                                                One of the dominant practices in contemporary eighteenth-century literary studies
                                                is reading art and aesthetics as ideology.


                                   But there is nothing that makes its Way more directly to the Soul than Beauty, which immediately
                                   diffuses a secret Satisfaction and Complacency through the Imagination, and gives a Finishing to
                                   any thing that is Great or Uncommon.  The very first Discovery of it strikes the Mind with an
                                   inward Joy, and spreads a Chearfulness and Delight through all its Faculties. There is not perhaps
                                   any real Beauty or Deformity more in one Piece of Matter than another, because we might have
                                   been so made, that whatsoever now appears loathsome to us, might have shewn it self agreeable;
                                   but we find by Experience, that there are several Modifications of Matter which the Mind, without
                                   any previous Consideration, pronounces at first sight Beautiful or Deformed. Thus we see that
                                   every different Species of sensible Creatures has its different Notions of Beauty, and that each of
                                   them is most affected with the Beauties of its own Kind. This is no where more remarkable than
                                   in Birds of the same Shape and Proportion, where we often see the Male determined in his
                                   Courtship by the single Grain or Tincture of a Feather, and never discovering any Charms but in
                                   the Colour of its Species.
                                   “Every different Species of sensible Creatures has its different Notions of Beauty, and that each of
                                   them is most affected with the Beauties of its own Kind.” There is a second Kind of Beauty that we
                                   find in the several Products of Art and Nature, which does not work in the Imagination with that
                                   Warmth and Violence as the Beauty that appears in our proper Species, but is apt however to raise
                                   in us a secret Delight, and a kind of Fondness for the Places or Objects in which we discover it.
                                   This consists either in the Gaiety or Variety of Colours, in the Symmetry and Proportion of Parts,
                                   in the Arrangement and Disposition of Bodies, or in a just Mixture and Concurrence of all together.



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