Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volume 80James Fraser, 1869 |
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... Christianity . Not only is the high priest of Humanity to succeed to the Pope , but he will adopt some of the suspicion with which the Pope is accustomed to regard scientific progress . The lamentations with which Comtists bewail the ...
... Christianity . Not only is the high priest of Humanity to succeed to the Pope , but he will adopt some of the suspicion with which the Pope is accustomed to regard scientific progress . The lamentations with which Comtists bewail the ...
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... Christianity ; he does not threaten his disciples with hell in order to make them good , for that would imply an appeal to purely selfish considerations ; and he en- courages every kind of pure artistic enjoyment . But the relation of ...
... Christianity ; he does not threaten his disciples with hell in order to make them good , for that would imply an appeal to purely selfish considerations ; and he en- courages every kind of pure artistic enjoyment . But the relation of ...
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... Christianity . That the clergy of a generally accepted religion should be power- ful and well organised is at least a plausible , and as we hold , a very sound opinion : that they should dominate the whole intellect of mankind , to the ...
... Christianity . That the clergy of a generally accepted religion should be power- ful and well organised is at least a plausible , and as we hold , a very sound opinion : that they should dominate the whole intellect of mankind , to the ...
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... Christians and Turks , Poles and Germans , Bar- barian and Scythian , bond and free , and Irish and niggers ; guess it's a consolidated empire anyhow . ' ' Cracked a little at present , ' I said . It will splice the easier . It's like a ...
... Christians and Turks , Poles and Germans , Bar- barian and Scythian , bond and free , and Irish and niggers ; guess it's a consolidated empire anyhow . ' ' Cracked a little at present , ' I said . It will splice the easier . It's like a ...
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... Christians some repose . a Earl of Arundel . Aha , father ! This is different work from abbot's ambling on bright summer days , to gain an appetite for the refection , which their reverend lordships do not consider to be the least happy ...
... Christians some repose . a Earl of Arundel . Aha , father ! This is different work from abbot's ambling on bright summer days , to gain an appetite for the refection , which their reverend lordships do not consider to be the least happy ...
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Page 614 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Page 613 - one and all,' and hand in hand, And who shall bid us nay ? " And when we come to London Wall, A pleasant sight to view, Come forth ! come forth, ye cowards all, Here's men as good as you ! " Trelawny he's in keep and hold, Trelawny he may die ; But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold, Will know the reason why !
Page 615 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Page 582 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
Page 612 - A GOOD sword and a trusty hand ! A merry heart and true ! King James's men shall understand What Cornish lads can do. And have they fixed the where and when? And shall Trelawny die? Here's twenty thousand Cornish men Will know the reason why...
Page 623 - So, let him wait God's instant men call years ; Meantime hold hard by truth and his great soul, Do out the duty ! Through such souls alone God stooping shows sufficient of His light For us i
Page 618 - Yet human at the red-ripe of the heart — "When the first summons from the darkling earth Reached thee amid thy chambers, blanched their blue, And bared them of the glory — to drop down, To toil for man, to suffer or to die...
Page 193 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be...
Page 614 - Yes, we arraign her ! but she, The weary Titan ! with deaf Ears, and labour-dimm'd eyes, Regarding neither to right Nor left, goes passively by, Staggering on to her goal ; Bearing on shoulders immense, Atlantean, the load, Well-nigh not to be borne, Of the too vast orb of her fate.
Page 624 - For the main criminal I have no hope Except in such a suddenness of fate. I stood at Naples once, a night so dark I could have scarce conjectured there was earth Anywhere, sky or sea or world at all : But the night's black was burst through by a blaze — Thunder struck blow on blow, earth groaned and bore, Through her whole length of mountain visible : There lay the city thick and plain with spires, And, like a ghost disshrouded, white the sea. So may the truth be flashed out by one blow, And Guido...