The Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and Literature, Volume 6John Chapman, 1850 |
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Pagina 93
... faith in the laws of our own mind , what- ever these may be , if we are to believe anything about future events at all , even of those of external nature ; and that if Mr. Mill's protest is worth anything , it is directed against his ...
... faith in the laws of our own mind , what- ever these may be , if we are to believe anything about future events at all , even of those of external nature ; and that if Mr. Mill's protest is worth anything , it is directed against his ...
Pagina 96
... faith in it ) is rather well pleased , we imagine , than otherwise , at the shadowy basis which he gives us for In- ductive science . To use one of his own terms , he has more fitness for the Dynamics than for the Statics of philosophy ...
... faith in it ) is rather well pleased , we imagine , than otherwise , at the shadowy basis which he gives us for In- ductive science . To use one of his own terms , he has more fitness for the Dynamics than for the Statics of philosophy ...
Pagina 106
... faith in efficient causes , and is only the state of mind in which we perceive the traces of causes more or less frequent in their operation ; but the induction of phenomenal causes rests entirely on the grounds of probability , joined ...
... faith in efficient causes , and is only the state of mind in which we perceive the traces of causes more or less frequent in their operation ; but the induction of phenomenal causes rests entirely on the grounds of probability , joined ...
Pagina 119
... Faith will always find things new and old to furnish subject for the poet's contemplation ; and till Enthusiasm be quenched , and Love grow cold , there will be well - springs -fresh and deep - of poetic inspiration , to carry on the ...
... Faith will always find things new and old to furnish subject for the poet's contemplation ; and till Enthusiasm be quenched , and Love grow cold , there will be well - springs -fresh and deep - of poetic inspiration , to carry on the ...
Pagina 140
... faith . We sincerely admire and envy that openness of heart to hope and trust , which , from the very deformities and wickedness of men , from the bitterest anguish of the world , from the brutal scenes where childhood is spoiled and ...
... faith . We sincerely admire and envy that openness of heart to hope and trust , which , from the very deformities and wickedness of men , from the bitterest anguish of the world , from the brutal scenes where childhood is spoiled and ...
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Pagina 324 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Pagina 325 - So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Pagina 324 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Pagina 331 - That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
Pagina 325 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Pagina 330 - I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Pagina 324 - 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 destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 326 - Let her know her place ; She is the second, not the first. A higher hand must make her mild, If all be not in vain, and guide Her footsteps, moving side by side With Wisdom, like the younger child ; For she is earthly of the mind, But Wisdom heavenly of the soul.
Pagina 328 - I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter'd stalks, Or ruin'd chrysalis of one.
Pagina 311 - SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.