The Church Quarterly Review, 14. kötet

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Arthur Cayley Headlam
Spottiswoode, 1882
 

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380. oldal - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
375. oldal - Time takes them home that we loved, fair names and famous, To the soft long sleep, to the broad sweet bosom of death; But the flower of their souls he shall take not away to shame us, Nor the lips lack song for ever that now lack breath. For with us shall the music and perfume that die not dwell, Though the dead to our dead bid welcome, and we farewell.
366. oldal - Natural selection will never produce in a being any structure more injurious than beneficial to that being, for natural selection acts solely by and for the good of each. No organ will be formed, as Paley has remarked, for the purpose of causing pain or for doing an injury to its possessor. If a fair balance be struck between the good and evil caused by each part, each will be found on the whole advantageous. After the lapse...
253. oldal - But if this pale Paulinus Have somewhat more to tell; Some news of Whence and Whither, And where the soul will dwell; — If on that outer darkness The sun of hope may shine; — He makes life worth the living! I take his God for mine!" So spake the wise old warrior; And all about him cried, "Paulinus
384. oldal - Thou and I and he are not gods made men for a span, But God, if a God there be, is the substance of men which is man. Our lives are as pulses or pores of his manifold body and breath ; As waves of his sea on the shores where birth is the beacon of death.
242. oldal - Illustrations. 7s. 6d. Revised Version — Commentary on the Revised Version of the New Testament, By the Rev.
386. oldal - Save his own soul's light overhead, None leads him, and none ever led, Across birth's hidden harbour-bar, Past youth where shoreward shallows are, Through age that drives on toward the red Vast void of sunset hailed from far, To the equal waters of the dead ; Save his own soul he hath no star, And sinks, except his own soul guide, Helmless in middle turn of tide.
158. oldal - Architectural Notes on German Churches, with- remarks on the Origin of Gothic Architecture.
102. oldal - Looking for the maker of this tabernacle, I shall have to run through a course of many births, so long as I do not find ( him ) ; and painful is birth again and again. But now, maker of the tabernacle, thou hast been seen; thou shalt not make up this tabernacle again. All thy rafters are broken, thy ridge-pole is sundered; the mind, approaching the Eternal ( visankhara, nirvana ) has attained to the extinction of all desires.
385. oldal - Because man's soul is man's God still, What wind soever waft his will Across the waves of day and night To port or shipwreck, left or right, By shores and shoals of good and ill ; And still its flame at mainmast height Through the rent air that foam-flakes fill Sustains the indomitable light Whence only man hath strength to steer Or helm to handle without fear.

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