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... turn the mere philosopher would find him- We must bear such considerations in self strangely incapacitated . They estimate mind if we would do such a man as Luther precisely the measure of knowledge or of justice in the perusal of his ...
... turn the mere philosopher would find him- We must bear such considerations in self strangely incapacitated . They estimate mind if we would do such a man as Luther precisely the measure of knowledge or of justice in the perusal of his ...
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... turn , he demands contents , indeed , bear witness to them.- that , by confession of his name , we should The centre and mainspring of the whole die for him . " The servant is not greater great movement - the principal counsellor than ...
... turn , he demands contents , indeed , bear witness to them.- that , by confession of his name , we should The centre and mainspring of the whole die for him . " The servant is not greater great movement - the principal counsellor than ...
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... turn himself to the study of juris- him to dispense with the usual gains of lit- prudence with a view to a place in the ma- erary employment - in other words , to ex- gistracy . His vanity had already soared ert his talents according to ...
... turn himself to the study of juris- him to dispense with the usual gains of lit- prudence with a view to a place in the ma- erary employment - in other words , to ex- gistracy . His vanity had already soared ert his talents according to ...
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... turn- ing his mind with sufficient anxiety ' to the evidences of Christianity . Did any man ever study those evidences with any anxiety , and yet discover not even reason for a momentary halt - a slight shade of suspicion that the ...
... turn- ing his mind with sufficient anxiety ' to the evidences of Christianity . Did any man ever study those evidences with any anxiety , and yet discover not even reason for a momentary halt - a slight shade of suspicion that the ...
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... turn to our articles on Ma- dame de Grafigny ( Quart . Rev. , vol . xxiii . ) , on Grimm's Memoirs ( Quart . Rev. , vols . ix and xi . ) , and on Miss Berry's Life and Correspon- dence of Madame du Deffand ( Quart . Rev. vol ...
... turn to our articles on Ma- dame de Grafigny ( Quart . Rev. , vol . xxiii . ) , on Grimm's Memoirs ( Quart . Rev. , vols . ix and xi . ) , and on Miss Berry's Life and Correspon- dence of Madame du Deffand ( Quart . Rev. vol ...
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Side 221 - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.
Side 227 - When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Side 221 - And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress. While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's...
Side 427 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Side 99 - My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Side 221 - And all at once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave, we will no longer roam.
Side 225 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Side 229 - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us ; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.
Side 221 - And their warm tears : but all hath suffer'd change For surely now our household hearths are cold : Our sons inherit us : our looks are strange : And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.
Side 327 - Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — -Go, go, you're bit.