The Journal of speculative philosophy: Ed. by Wm. T. Harris. microform, Volum 19

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Pàgina 286 - Men suffer all their life long under the foolish superstition that they can be cheated. But it is as impossible for a man to be cheated by any one but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the same time.
Pàgina 373 - And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law — Tho...
Pàgina 437 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven- ward course must hold; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould.
Pàgina 78 - God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance ; thy holy temple have they defiled ; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps.
Pàgina 94 - I have yet many things to say unto you, but ye cannot bear them now. Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth...
Pàgina 432 - Moses' seat : all therefore whatsoever they bid you observe, that observe and do ; but do not ye after their works : for they say, and do not.
Pàgina 247 - Rest is not quitting The busy career; Rest is the fitting Of self to its sphere. Tis the brook's motion, Clear without strife, Fleeing to ocean After its life. Deeper devotion Nowhere hath knelt; Fuller emotion Heart never felt. Tis loving and serving The Highest and Best! Tis onwards! unswerving, And that is true rest.
Pàgina 372 - Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life, That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds...
Pàgina 77 - At that instant, I say truly that the spirit of life, which dwells in the most secret chamber of the heart, began to tremble with such violence that it appeared fearfully in the least pulses, and, trembling, said these words : JEcce deus fortior me, qui veniens dominabitur mihi [Behold a god stronger than I, who coming shall rule over me].
Pàgina 373 - No more? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him.

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