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Let there be light , said God ; and forthwith light Ethereal , first of things , quintessence pure , Sprung from the deep , and from her native east To journey through the airy gloom began . 2 . Fear and piety , Religion to the gods ...
Let there be light , said God ; and forthwith light Ethereal , first of things , quintessence pure , Sprung from the deep , and from her native east To journey through the airy gloom began . 2 . Fear and piety , Religion to the gods ...
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Philosophy of Language: Comprehending Universal Grammar, Or the Pure Science ... Sir John Stoddart No preview available - 2019 |
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according action adjective adverb ancient Anglo-Saxon answer appears applied assertion attribute become belongs called cause cloth combination common comparative complex conception conjunction connected considered definition depend derived distinction distinguished effect employed English equally existence explained expressed fact feeling force former French future give given Grammar grammarians Greek Harris Hence HISTORY human idea imply individual instance interjection John kind language Latin latter laws less manner mark meaning mental merely mind modes modify mood nature necessary notion noun object observed operations origin participle particle particular person philosophy phrases positive preposition present principle pronoun proper question reason reference regard relation rendered respect sensation sense sentence separate serve signify simple sometimes sound speak species speech stand substantive supposed term thing thought tion Tooke true truth Universal various verb whole words writers
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