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... question have been interpreted by some over - enthusiastic Browning devotees as a prophetic anticipation of Darwin , there is nothing in them which Browning might not very well have obtained from Lamarck . The same criticism applies to ...
... question have been interpreted by some over - enthusiastic Browning devotees as a prophetic anticipation of Darwin , there is nothing in them which Browning might not very well have obtained from Lamarck . The same criticism applies to ...
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... Questions of " intelligence pushing to taste . " These are not the outcome of faith , but of unfaith clamouring to be coined into faith by proof where no proof is to be had . For such idle indulgences of the sensual imagination Nature ...
... Questions of " intelligence pushing to taste . " These are not the outcome of faith , but of unfaith clamouring to be coined into faith by proof where no proof is to be had . For such idle indulgences of the sensual imagination Nature ...
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... absolute supremacy of Reason , Meredith was bound to take a very different view from that of Tennyson or Browning as to the immortality of the soul - a question which stirred the minds MODERN THOUGHT IN MEREDITH'S POEMS 13.
... absolute supremacy of Reason , Meredith was bound to take a very different view from that of Tennyson or Browning as to the immortality of the soul - a question which stirred the minds MODERN THOUGHT IN MEREDITH'S POEMS 13.
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... question asked by Tennyson in Wages : - The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue be dust , Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly ? She desires no isles of the blest , no quiet seats of the just ...
... question asked by Tennyson in Wages : - The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue be dust , Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly ? She desires no isles of the blest , no quiet seats of the just ...
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... Question Whither . ) Only under the stress of personal bereavement , -- at the death of his beloved wife , Marie Vulliamy , — My good companion , mate , Pulse of me , my own , did he seek for consolation in the hope of a future life ...
... Question Whither . ) Only under the stress of personal bereavement , -- at the death of his beloved wife , Marie Vulliamy , — My good companion , mate , Pulse of me , my own , did he seek for consolation in the hope of a future life ...
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Pagina 213 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Pagina 255 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Pagina 120 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 39 - Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind. Why have I stray'd from pleasure and repose, To seek a good each government bestows ? In every government, though terrors reign, Though tyrant kings or tyrant laws restrain, How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
Pagina 14 - The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly ? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky : Give her the wages of going on, and not to die.
Pagina 390 - Methinks I hear Antony call. I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act. I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come. Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Pagina 306 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Pagina 389 - Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
Pagina 383 - Lay her i' the earth, — And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! — I tell thee, churlish priest, A minist'ring angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
Pagina 457 - The apples sputtered in a row, And, close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood.