The Problem of Religion

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Pilgrim Press, 1912 - 240 páginas
 

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Página 222 - Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch, A fancy from a flower-bell, some one's death, A chorus-ending from Euripides, And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears As old and new at once as nature's self, To rap and knock and enter in our soul...
Página 60 - At first sight experience seems to bury us under a flood of external objects, pressing upon us with a sharp and importunate reality, calling us out of ourselves in a thousand forms of action.
Página 38 - It is the office of a true teacher to show us that God is, not was; that He speaketh, not spake.
Página 171 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Página 167 - Is it so small a thing To have enjoyed the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done; To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes...
Página 111 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Página 162 - I tell thee, Blockhead, it all comes of thy Vanity; of what thou fanciest those same deserts of thine to be. Fancy that thou deservest to be hanged (as is most likely), thou wilt feel it happiness to be only shot: fancy that thou deservest to be hanged in a hair-halter, it will be a luxury to die in hemp.
Página 195 - Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.
Página 168 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife: Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life; It sinks; and I am ready to depart.
Página 128 - Ran like fire once more : and the space 'twixt the Fennelfield And Athens was stubble again, a field which a fire runs through, Till in he broke: "Rejoice, we conquer!

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