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Strona 196 - First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see ; And so they are better, painted — -better to us, Which is the same thing. Art was given for that — God uses us to help each, other so, Lending our minds out. Have you noticed, now, Your cullion's hanging face ? A bit of chalk, And trust me but you should, though ! How much more, If I drew higher things with the same truth ! That were to take the Prior's pulpit-place, 310 Interpret God to all of you...
Strona 434 - For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along, Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong; Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast frame Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy or shame; — In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim.
Strona 256 - Millions of items of the outward order are present to my senses which never properly enter into my experience. Why ? Because they have no interest for me. My experience is what I agree to attend to. Only those items whieh I notice shape my mind— without selective interest, experience is an utter chaos.
Strona 438 - The scatt'red coveys meet secure; While here I wander, prest with care, Along the lonely banks of Ayr. The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn By early Winter's ravage torn; Across her placid, azure sky, She sees the scowling tempest fly: Chill runs my blood to hear it rave; I think upon the stormy wave, Where...
Strona 14 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Strona 239 - Actions, sensations, and states of feeling, occurring together or in close succession, tend to grow together or cohere in such a way that when any one of them is afterwards presented to the mind, the others are apt to be brought up in idea.
Strona 114 - That no idea or feeling arises, save as a result of some physical force expended in producing it, is fast becoming a commonplace of science...
Strona 196 - Interpret God to all of you! Oh, oh, It makes me mad to see what men shall do And we in our graves! This world's no blot for us, Nor blank; it means intensely and means good: To find its meaning is my meat and drink. "Ay, but you don't so instigate to prayer!" Strikes in the Prior: "When your meaning's plain It does not say to folk — remember matins, Or, mind you fast next Friday!
Strona 17 - Mental interests, hypotheses, postulates, so far as they are bases for human action — action which to a great extent transforms the world — help to make the truth which they declare. In other words, there belongs to mind, from its birth upward, a spontaneity, a vote.
Strona 363 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.