Shelburne Essays: Sixth series. Studies of religious dualismG. P. Putnam's sons, 1909 - 355 Seiten |
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... father of men and gods , smiling upon his daughter with that countenance beneath which sky and weather grow serene , kissed her lightly and thus spoke : Fear not , Cytherea ; unmoved remain the fates of those thou lovest . ... For ...
... father of men and gods , smiling upon his daughter with that countenance beneath which sky and weather grow serene , kissed her lightly and thus spoke : Fear not , Cytherea ; unmoved remain the fates of those thou lovest . ... For ...
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... father are one . " " And , " as Sir Thomas Browne wrote in his grandiloquent manner , " if any have been so happy as truly to understand Christian annihilation , ecsta- sies , exsolution , liquefaction , transformation , the kiss of the ...
... father are one . " " And , " as Sir Thomas Browne wrote in his grandiloquent manner , " if any have been so happy as truly to understand Christian annihilation , ecsta- sies , exsolution , liquefaction , transformation , the kiss of the ...
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... father the succession had been made over by his older brother on account of blindness , and who are regarded throughout as the rightful heirs . After many adventures the armies of the two factions meet on the sacred plain of the Kurus ...
... father the succession had been made over by his older brother on account of blindness , and who are regarded throughout as the rightful heirs . After many adventures the armies of the two factions meet on the sacred plain of the Kurus ...
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... process of generation the spirit is still held a bond - slave in the world , pass- ing from father to son . But man , though he may be subject for a time to the evil influence of the flesh , yet must rise in the end 78 SHELBURNE ESSAYS.
... process of generation the spirit is still held a bond - slave in the world , pass- ing from father to son . But man , though he may be subject for a time to the evil influence of the flesh , yet must rise in the end 78 SHELBURNE ESSAYS.
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... father- land is there whence we have come , and our In his profession Augustine seems to have been only moderately successful . As a writer his work is marred by his habit of dictation to a notarius , or short- hand secretary , and by ...
... father- land is there whence we have come , and our In his profession Augustine seems to have been only moderately successful . As a writer his work is marred by his habit of dictation to a notarius , or short- hand secretary , and by ...
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Ajâtaçatru Anaxagoras Anytus Apology Arjuna Athenians Athens Augustine Augustine's beauty believe body Brahma Bunyan called Christ Christian corrupt creed dæmonic dæmons death deism deny Descartes desire divine doctrine doubt dualism earth egotism emotional Epictetus escape eternal evil existence eyes faculty faith father fear feeling finite gods Grace happiness harmony hear heart heaven Hindu human ideas ignorance imagination India individual infinite inner instinct intellectual Jansenists Jesuits knowledge light living man's Manichæan Manichæism matter Meletus ment metaphysical mind moral mystery nature never oracle pantheism Pascal pass passions Pelagianism philosophy Pilgrim's Progress Plato Port-Royal pure rationalism reality reason Religio Medici religion religious Rousseau seems sense shadows Sir Thomas Browne Socrates soul speak spirit supreme sympathy theory things thou thought tion true truth understanding unto Upanishads virtue whole wisdom wise words Yajnavalkya youth
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Seite 168 - The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM.
Seite 194 - For my descent then, it was, as is well known by many, of a low and inconsiderable generation; my father's house being of that rank that is meanest and most despised of all the families in the land.
Seite 191 - Dangerous it were for the feeble brain of man to wade far into the doings of the Most High ; whom although to know be life, and joy to make mention of his name ; yet our soundest knowledge is, to know that we know him not as indeed he is, neither can know him ; and our safest eloquence concerning him, is our silence, when we confess without confession, that his glory is inexplicable, hie greatness above our capacity and reach.
Seite 354 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Seite 220 - As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath Receives the lurking principle of death; The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength; So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came...
Seite 183 - And surely it is not a melancholy conceit to think we are all asleep in this world, and that the conceits of this life are as mere dreams, to those of the next, as the phantasms of the night, to the conceit of the day.
Seite 159 - Though Somnus in Homer be sent to rouse up Agamemnon, I find no such effects in these drowsy approaches of sleep. To keep our eyes open longer, were but to act our Antipodes. The huntsmen are up in America, and they are already past their first sleep in Persia. But who can be drowsy at that hour which freed us from everlasting sleep ? or have slumbering thoughts at that time, when sleep itself must end, and, as some conjecture, all shall awake again...
Seite 176 - Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana, he is almost lost that built it ; Time hath spared the epitaph of Adrian's horse, confounded that of himself. In vain we compute our felicities by the advantage of our good names, since bad have...
Seite 187 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Seite 173 - Now for my life, it is a miracle of thirty years, which to relate, were not a History, but a piece of Poetry, and would sound to common ears like a Fable.