The Essays of "George Eliot."Funk & Wagnalls, 1883 - 288 pagini |
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Pagina 67
... evil ; but we are obliged to judge of his char- ity by the spirit we find in his sermons , and shall only be glad to learn that his practice is , in many respects , an amiable non sequitur from his teaching . Dr. Cumming's mind is ...
... evil ; but we are obliged to judge of his char- ity by the spirit we find in his sermons , and shall only be glad to learn that his practice is , in many respects , an amiable non sequitur from his teaching . Dr. Cumming's mind is ...
Pagina 69
... evil . " ( " Apoc . Sketches , " p . 294. ) Again , according to Dr. Cumming , Abel had so clear an idea of the Incarnation and Atonement , that when he offered his sacrifice " he must have said , I feel myself a guilty sinner , and ...
... evil . " ( " Apoc . Sketches , " p . 294. ) Again , according to Dr. Cumming , Abel had so clear an idea of the Incarnation and Atonement , that when he offered his sacrifice " he must have said , I feel myself a guilty sinner , and ...
Pagina 76
... evil treatment of his apostles , were mere fictions . " ' * It is scarcely necessary to say that , in such argument as this , Dr. Cumming is beating the air . He is mecting a hypothesis which no one holds , and totally missing the real ...
... evil treatment of his apostles , were mere fictions . " ' * It is scarcely necessary to say that , in such argument as this , Dr. Cumming is beating the air . He is mecting a hypothesis which no one holds , and totally missing the real ...
Pagina 92
... evil . If it were possible for human eye to discern and to detect the thoughts that flutter around the heart of an unregenerate man - to mark their hue and their multitude , it would be found that they are indeed ' evil . ' We speak not ...
... evil . If it were possible for human eye to discern and to detect the thoughts that flutter around the heart of an unregenerate man - to mark their hue and their multitude , it would be found that they are indeed ' evil . ' We speak not ...
Pagina 94
... evil according as they are prompted or not prompted by an exclusive reference to the " glory of God . " God , then , in Dr. Cumming's conception , is a being who has no pleasure in the exercise of love and truthfulness and justice ...
... evil according as they are prompted or not prompted by an exclusive reference to the " glory of God . " God , then , in Dr. Cumming's conception , is a being who has no pleasure in the exercise of love and truthfulness and justice ...
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Pagina 97 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Pagina 216 - Insatiate archer, could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Pagina 252 - That age or injury has hollow'd deep, Where, on his bed of wool and matted leaves, He has outslept the winter, ventures forth To frisk awhile, and bask in the warm sun, The squirrel, flippant, pert, and full of play : He sees me, and at once, swift as a bird, Ascends the neighbouring beech ; there whisks his brush, And perks his ears, and stamps, and cries aloud, With all the prettiness of feign'd alarm, And anger insignificantly fierce.
Pagina 133 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Pagina 19 - If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
Pagina 236 - Here is firm footing ; here is solid rock ! This can support us ; all is sea besides • Sinks under us ; bestorms, and then devours. His hand the good man fastens on the skies, And bids earth roll, nor feels her idle whirl.
Pagina 144 - Appeals founded on generalizations and statistics require a sympathy ready-made, a moral sentiment already in activity; but a picture of human life such as a great artist can give, surprises even the trivial and the selfish into that attention to what is apart from themselves, which may be called the raw material of moral sentiment. When Scott takes us into Luckie Mucklebackit's cottage, or tells the story of " The Two Drovers ; " when Wordsworth sings to us the reverie of
Pagina 234 - Dissolv'd the charm ; the disenchanted Earth Lost all her lustre. Where her glittering towers ? Her golden mountains, where? all darken'd down To naked waste ; a dreary vale of tears ; The great magician's dead...
Pagina 235 - Led softly ; by the stillness of the night, Led like a murderer, and such it proves ; Strays, wretched rover ! o'er the pleasing past ; In quest of wretchedness perversely stray! j £ And finds all desert now ; and meets the ghosts Of my departed joys...
Pagina 75 - Ay, but to die, and go," alas ! Where all have gone, and all must go ! To be the nothing that I was Ere born to life and living woe ! — Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen, Count o'er thy days from anguish free, And know, whatever thou hast been, 'Tis something better not to be.