A Study of Man and the Way to Health

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R. Clarke & Company, 1889 - 298 páginas
 

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Página v - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Página v - The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A Being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast; In doubt his Mind or Body to prefer...
Página 218 - 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.
Página 117 - LITTLE feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load' I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!
Página 297 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs. And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Página 297 - Come unto me all ye who labor, and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Página 251 - Or, crown'd with attributes of woe Like glories, move his course, and show That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use.
Página 10 - All visible things are emblems ; what thou seest is not there on its own account ; strictly taken, is not there at all; matter exists only spiritually, and to represent some idea, and body it forth.
Página 222 - Life evermore is fed by death, In earth and sea and sky; And, that .a rose may breathe its breath, Something must die.
Página 219 - How pure at heart and sound in head, With what divine affections bold Should be the man whose thought would hold An hour's communion with the dead. In vain shalt thou, or any, call The spirits from their golden day, Except, like them, thou too canst say, My spirit is at peace with all. They haunt the silence of the breast, Imaginations calm and fair, The memory like a cloudless air, The conscience as a sea at rest : But when the heart is full of din, And doubt beside the portal waits, They can but...

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