The Book of Nature, Band 3Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1826 |
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... questions that the utmost wit or wisdom of man is utterly incapable of elucidating . The rude uninstructed peasant ... question , by what means is the world supported in empty space ? And it is justly observed by Mr. Barrow , that the ...
... questions that the utmost wit or wisdom of man is utterly incapable of elucidating . The rude uninstructed peasant ... question , by what means is the world supported in empty space ? And it is justly observed by Mr. Barrow , that the ...
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... question , at first sight , appears to be highly important , and to involve nothing less than a belief or disbelief , not indeed in its divine origin , but in its divine similitude and immortality . Yet I may venture to affirm that ...
... question , at first sight , appears to be highly important , and to involve nothing less than a belief or disbelief , not indeed in its divine origin , but in its divine similitude and immortality . Yet I may venture to affirm that ...
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... questions : we know almost as little of them as of gravitation , and can only trace them by their results . We can , indeed , collect and concentrate them , in- visible and intangible as they are to our senses ; and we have hence some ...
... questions : we know almost as little of them as of gravitation , and can only trace them by their results . We can , indeed , collect and concentrate them , in- visible and intangible as they are to our senses ; and we have hence some ...
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... question of far more consequence to us than the nature of the soul's essence , and that is , the nature of its duration . Is the soul immortal ? Is it capable of a separate existence ? Does it perish with the body as a part of it ? Or ...
... question of far more consequence to us than the nature of the soul's essence , and that is , the nature of its duration . Is the soul immortal ? Is it capable of a separate existence ? Does it perish with the body as a part of it ? Or ...
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... question of a future being , the im- mortality and separate existence of the soul are never once brought forward ; every ray of hope * Ch . xx . 11 . being , as I have already observed , derived from DURATION OF THE SOUL . 4/7.
... question of a future being , the im- mortality and separate existence of the soul are never once brought forward ; every ray of hope * Ch . xx . 11 . being , as I have already observed , derived from DURATION OF THE SOUL . 4/7.
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Seite 55 - For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts ; even one thing befalleth them : as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath ; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast : for all is vanity. All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.
Seite 371 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Seite 262 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 330 - She call'd on Echo still through all the song; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close: And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair...
Seite 325 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
Seite 234 - HAPPINESS ! our being's end and aim ! Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content ! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts th' eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die...
Seite 396 - Let us then suppose the mind to be, as we say, white paper, void of all characters, without any ideas; how comes it to be furnished? Whence comes it by that vast store, which the busy and boundless fancy of man has painted on it with an almost endless variety?
Seite 323 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 262 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Seite 284 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...