The North British Review, 47. kötetW.P. Kennedy, 1867 |
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38. oldal
... party , or from the love of paradox , he never shrinks from cutting prejudice against the grain . Can it be to the same reason we are to attribute that other strange state- ment of his , that the ideal of Christian morality is negative ...
... party , or from the love of paradox , he never shrinks from cutting prejudice against the grain . Can it be to the same reason we are to attribute that other strange state- ment of his , that the ideal of Christian morality is negative ...
55. oldal
... party spite . Thus their vers de société may be divided into three sorts , -the epigram , in which they excel ; malicious and libertine pieces , not commend- able even for their finesse ; and the affected but finished verses which have ...
... party spite . Thus their vers de société may be divided into three sorts , -the epigram , in which they excel ; malicious and libertine pieces , not commend- able even for their finesse ; and the affected but finished verses which have ...
55. oldal
... party spite . Thus their vers de société may be divided into three sorts , —the epigram , in which they excel ; malicious and libertine pieces , not commend- able even for their finesse ; and the affected but finished verses which have ...
... party spite . Thus their vers de société may be divided into three sorts , —the epigram , in which they excel ; malicious and libertine pieces , not commend- able even for their finesse ; and the affected but finished verses which have ...
67. oldal
... party were not too wild for him in their rambles in the old forest and in the rocky gorges of the river . He ran and ... party returned with quite a changed idea of monastic life . Another day he led the same party away over some miles ...
... party were not too wild for him in their rambles in the old forest and in the rocky gorges of the river . He ran and ... party returned with quite a changed idea of monastic life . Another day he led the same party away over some miles ...
72. oldal
... party feeling , Robertson makes war upon no former writers , hardly expresses an opinion of his own , and yet sweeps away the errors that had beset the queen's history , and makes it impossible for his reader to come to any but the true ...
... party feeling , Robertson makes war upon no former writers , hardly expresses an opinion of his own , and yet sweeps away the errors that had beset the queen's history , and makes it impossible for his reader to come to any but the true ...
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23. oldal - This is the covenant that I will make with them after those days, saith the Lord, I will put my laws into their hearts, and in their minds will I write them : and their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.
7. oldal - Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their...
267. oldal - O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome ; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools, and the learned clan ; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?
267. oldal - They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
261. oldal - Nature then becomes to him the measure of his attainments. So much of nature as he is ignorant of, so much of his own mind does he not yet possess. And, in fine, the ancient precept, "Know thyself" and the modern precept, "Study nature,
282. oldal - There will be a new church founded on moral science; at first cold and naked, a babe in a manger again, the algebra and mathematics of ethical law, the church of men to come, without shawms, or psaltery, or sackbut; but it will have heaven and earth for its beams and rafters; science for symbol and illustration ; it will fast enough gather beauty, music, picture, poetry.
269. oldal - A man is the facade of a temple wherein all wisdom and all good abide. What we commonly call man, the eating, drinking, planting, counting man. does not. as we know him, represent himself, but misrepresents himself. Him we do not respect, but the soul, whose organ he is, would he let it appear through his action, would make our knees bend.
319. oldal - So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, "A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
264. oldal - Our friendships hurry to short and poor conclusions, because we have made them a texture of wine and dreams, instead of the tough fibre of the human heart.
277. oldal - The book of Nature is the book of Fate. She turns the gigantic pages, — leaf after leaf, — never re-turning one. One leaf she lays down, a floor of granite; then a thousand ages, and a bed of slate; a thousand ages, and a measure of coal; a thousand ages, and a layer of marl and mud: vegetable forms appear; her first misshapen animals, zoophyte...