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... moral nature , seeks its fundamental rules in the immutable dictates " of universal reason , " its end in freedom and happiness . The system of Locke lends itself to contendings of factions of most opposite interests and purposes ; the ...
... moral nature , seeks its fundamental rules in the immutable dictates " of universal reason , " its end in freedom and happiness . The system of Locke lends itself to contendings of factions of most opposite interests and purposes ; the ...
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... moral rules of the philosophers , and compare them with those contained in the New Testament , will find them to come short of the morality delivered by our Saviour and taught by his apostles : a college made up for the most part of ...
... moral rules of the philosophers , and compare them with those contained in the New Testament , will find them to come short of the morality delivered by our Saviour and taught by his apostles : a college made up for the most part of ...
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... moral precepts of the Gospel were known by somebody or other , amongst mankind , before . But where , or how , or of what use , is not considered . Suppose they may be picked up here and there ; some from Solon and Bias in Greece ...
... moral precepts of the Gospel were known by somebody or other , amongst mankind , before . But where , or how , or of what use , is not considered . Suppose they may be picked up here and there ; some from Solon and Bias in Greece ...
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... moral rectitude does indeed consist in affection to and pursuit of what is right and good , as such , yet that , when we sit down in a cool hour , we can neither justify to ourselves this or any other pursuit , but from a con- viction ...
... moral rectitude does indeed consist in affection to and pursuit of what is right and good , as such , yet that , when we sit down in a cool hour , we can neither justify to ourselves this or any other pursuit , but from a con- viction ...
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... moral discipline than his lot afforded . ] The Bittern is , in many respects , an interesting bird , but it is a bird of the wilds -almost a bird of desolation , avoiding alike the neighbourhood of man , and the progress of man's ...
... moral discipline than his lot afforded . ] The Bittern is , in many respects , an interesting bird , but it is a bird of the wilds -almost a bird of desolation , avoiding alike the neighbourhood of man , and the progress of man's ...
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Seite 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Seite 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Seite 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Seite 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Seite 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Seite 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Seite 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Seite 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.