Types of Philosophic Drama

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Robert Metcalf Smith
Prentice-Hall, Incorporated, 1928 - 522 páginas

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Página 347 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
Página 35 - For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground ; Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
Página 35 - Man that is born of a woman Is of few days and full of trouble ; He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down, He fleeth also as a shadow and continueth not.
Página 31 - Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as heaven ; what canst thou do ? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
Página 83 - And it was so, that after the Lord had spoken these words unto Job, the Lord said to Eliphaz the Temanite, My wrath is kindled against thee, and against thy two friends: for ye have not spoken of me the thing that is right, as my servant Job hath.
Página 76 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth ? declare, if thou hast understanding ! Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest ? or who hath stretched the line upon it ? whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof ; when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy...
Página 60 - If I did despise the cause of my man-servant or of my maid-servant when they contended with me: What then shall I do when God riseth up? and when he visiteth, what shall I answer him? Did not he that made me in the womb, make him? and did not one fashion us in the womb?
Página 345 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Página 283 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 225 - Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ, Yet will I call on him: O spare me, Lucifer! Where is it now? 'tis gone: And see where God Stretcheth out his arm and bends his ireful brows!

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