Hours with German Classics

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Roberts brothers, 1886 - 531 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 193 - I am the better pleased with the method of reasoning here delivered, as I think it may serve to confound those dangerous friends or disguised enemies to the Christian Religion, who have undertaken to defend it by the principles of human reason. Our most holy religion...
Pàgina 62 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear: 'O just and faithful knight of God! Ride on! the prize is near.
Pàgina 435 - Hence the poetry of the ancients was the poetry of enjoyment, and ours is that of desire: the former has its foundation in the scene which is present, while the latter hovers betwixt recollection and hope.
Pàgina 54 - Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone. And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids; O'er England's abbeys bends the sky. As on its friends, with kindred eye; For out of thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air...
Pàgina 383 - Direct it flies and rapid, Shattering that it may reach, and shattering what it reaches, My son ! the road, the human being travels, That, on which BLESSING comes and goes, doth follow The river's course, the valley's playful windings, Curves round the corn-field and the hill of vines. Honoring the holy bounds of property ! And thus secure, though late, leads to its end.
Pàgina 61 - A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail.
Pàgina 193 - I think it may serve to confound those dangerous friends or disguised enemies to the Christian Religion, who have undertaken to defend it by the principles of human reason. Our most holy religion is founded ori Faith, not on reason; and it is a sure method of exposing it to put it to such a trial as it is, by no means, fitted to endure.
Pàgina 61 - The stalls are void, the doors are wide, The tapers burning fair. Fair gleams the snowy altar-cloth, The silver vessels sparkle clean, The shrill bell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chants resound between.
Pàgina 8 - The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name ; But mine was like the lava flood That boils in ^Etna's breast of flame.
Pàgina 79 - He that planteth is nothing, and he that watereth is nothing, but God that giveth the increase.

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