The Quarterly Review, 198. köideWilliam Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero John Murray, 1903 |
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Page 328 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk ; But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Page 550 - Immortal! aevo summa cum pace fruatur, Semota a nostris rebus sejunctaque longe. Nam privata dolore omni, privata periclis, Ipsa suis pollens opibus, nihil indiga nostri, Nee bene promeritis capitur, nee tangitur ira.1 1 Lucretius, ii.
Page 211 - And more, my son ! for more than once when I Sat all alone, revolving in myself The word that is the symbol of myself, The mortal limit of the Self was loosed, And past into the Nameless, as a cloud Melts into Heaven. I touch' d my limbs, the limbs Were strange not mine — and yet no shade of doubt, But utter clearness, and thro...
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Page 222 - ... moment are still subject to universal law. Out of the long Stone Age our race is awakening into consciousness of itself. We stand in the dawn of history. Behind us lies a vast and unrecorded waste — the mighty struggle humanam condere gentem. Since the times of that ignorance we have not yet gone far; a few thousand years, a few hundred thinkers, have barely started the human mind upon the great aeons of its onward way.
Page 553 - Regulate their foreign relations. These things belong to the colonial connection. But of the duration of that connection let them be the judges, and I predict that, if you leave them the freedom of judgment, it is hard to say when the day will come when they will wish to separate from the great name of England. Depend upon it, they covet a share in that great name. You will find in that feeling of theirs the greatest security for the connection. Make the name of England yet more and more an object...
Page 549 - You draw your line at the point where the abstract denial of God Is severed from the abstract admission of the Deity. My proposition Is that the line thus drawn is worthless, and that much on your side of the line is as objectionable as the atheism on the other.
Page 361 - ... face almost livid in hue, yet handsome in sadness and crowned with a mass of hair, rolled back and high, that must, before fading with time, have had a family resemblance to her own. The lady in question, at all events, with her slightly Michaelangelesque squareness, her eyes of other days, her full lips, her long neck, her recorded jewels, her brocaded and wasted reds, was a very great personage, only unaccompanied by a joy. And...
Page 361 - ... her own. The lady In question, at all events, with her slightly Michaelangelesque squareness, her eyes of other days, her full lips, her long neck, her recorded jewels, her brocaded and wasted reds, was a very great personage — only unaccompanied by a joy. And she was dead, dead, dead! M illy recognized her exactly In words that had nothing to do with her. 'I shall never be better than this.
Page 359 - Our dear dove then, as Kate calls her, has folded her wonderful wings." " Yes— folded them." It rather racked him, but he tried to receive it as she intended, and she evidently took his formal assent for self-control. " Unless it's more true," she accordingly added, " that she has spread them the wider.