Mysticism in Blake and WordsworthH.J. Paris, 1928 - 174 páginas |
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... Jesus ! What is the Life of Man but Art and Science ? is it Meat and Drink ? is not the Body more than Raiment ? What is Mortality but the things relating to the Body which Dies ? What is Immortality but the things relating to the ...
... Jesus ! What is the Life of Man but Art and Science ? is it Meat and Drink ? is not the Body more than Raiment ? What is Mortality but the things relating to the Body which Dies ? What is Immortality but the things relating to the ...
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... Jesus in the Temple : ' Woman , what have I to do with thee ? ' ( John II , 4 ) Blake's conclusion was that Jesus was interrupted in his consideration of spiritual matters by the intrusion of her who bound him into the corporeal world ...
... Jesus in the Temple : ' Woman , what have I to do with thee ? ' ( John II , 4 ) Blake's conclusion was that Jesus was interrupted in his consideration of spiritual matters by the intrusion of her who bound him into the corporeal world ...
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... Jesus , to Blake the highest type of huma- nity , he says : " Jesus was all virtue , and acted from impulse , not from rules . " Therefore he denounces the ten commandments as being in contradiction with the very principle of life , and ...
... Jesus , to Blake the highest type of huma- nity , he says : " Jesus was all virtue , and acted from impulse , not from rules . " Therefore he denounces the ten commandments as being in contradiction with the very principle of life , and ...
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... Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it . ' 2 Los , besides being time , is also the poet , the prophet of eternity in time . He keeps awake in man the memory of the land from whence he came . The entering of time into the fall is an ...
... Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it . ' 2 Los , besides being time , is also the poet , the prophet of eternity in time . He keeps awake in man the memory of the land from whence he came . The entering of time into the fall is an ...
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... Jesus , still the Form was thine ! " Blake believed in an immanent Divinity , both in man and in nature . The former seems to have appealed strongest to him . See Evelyn Underhill , Mysticism , p . 562 . 2 Jerusalem , To the Jews ...
... Jesus , still the Form was thine ! " Blake believed in an immanent Divinity , both in man and in nature . The former seems to have appealed strongest to him . See Evelyn Underhill , Mysticism , p . 562 . 2 Jerusalem , To the Jews ...
Términos y frases comunes
Ahania Albion angels beauty belief Berger body Book of Urizen bosom breath Caroline Spurgeon child Christ cloud Coleridge conception Crabb Robinson creation dark death delight divine dream earth emanation emotion essence eternal Evelyn Underhill everlasting Gospel evil existence experience expressed faith feeling Felpham felt forgiveness Foster Damon four Zoas genius Gilchrist glory God's happy heart Heaven and Hell holy human Ibid imagination immortal inspiration Jerusalem Jesus Lamb light live London lonely Marriage of Heaven mercy Milton mind moral mystery nature night obscure passion peace poem poet poet's poetic Prelude Prophetic Books pure quoted reality revealed says sense shining sing sleep Songs of Experience Songs of Innocence sorrow soul spectre spirit Swedenborg sweet symbol Symons tender Tharmas thee Thel things thou thought Tintern Abbey truth Urizen Urthona vision visionary William Blake William Wordsworth wisdom words
Pasajes populares
Página 136 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell...
Página 51 - Neither pray I for these alone but for them also which shall believe on me through their word, that they all may be one,— as thou Father art in me and I in thee that they also may be one in us : that the world may believe that thou hast sent me. And the glory which thou gavest me I have given them, that they may be one even as we are one.
Página 168 - Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire. I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.
Página 136 - My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away.
Página 132 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Página 17 - Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice?
Página 159 - Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Página 30 - The Fly Little fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath, And the want Of thought is death, Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die.
Página 80 - What", it will be questioned, "when the sun rises, do you not see a round disk of fire somewhat like a guinea?" O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host, crying "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty".
Página 116 - Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light— Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.