Elements of the Philosophy of Mind: Applied to the Development of Thought and Feeling

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John N. Bogert, 1840 - 408 עמודים

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עמוד 291 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
עמוד 283 - Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.
עמוד 193 - From each she nicely culls with curious toil, And decks the goddess with the glitt'ring spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches. Bibles, billet-doux.
עמוד 281 - Let no man deceive himself. If any man among you seemeth to be wise in this world, let him become a fool, that he may be wise.
עמוד 31 - Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun...
עמוד 5 - Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! ^ A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
עמוד 5 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
עמוד 244 - Where am I, or what ? From what causes do I derive my existence, and to what condition shall I return ? Whose favour shall I court, and whose anger must I dread? What beings surround me, and on whom have I any influence, or who have any influence on me...
עמוד 5 - Though sullied and dishonour'd, still divine ! Dim miniature of greatness absolute ! An heir of glory ! a frail child of dust ! Helpless immortal ! insect infinite ! A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost.
עמוד 391 - I mistake not, 250 cos.?, that is about 480 miles. If through loss of blood, or weakness of body he was obliged to halt, he might wait for healing and strength. He undertook the journey, and while he halted under a large shady tree, where the Gospel was sometimes preached, one of the missionaries came and preached in his hearing, from these words : The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sin.

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