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admit affection altogether amongst answer belief brain Buddhism called Catholic Christian Church colour condemn consciousness consider creeds denial deny doctrine doubt dream end of action essential dignity evil existence eyes fact faith feeling Frederic Harrison future G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS George Eliot give heaven highest hitherto human race ideal important instance intellectual intense J. H. Newman J. S. Mill kinds of happiness Leslie Stephen less live look man's mankind matter mean moral end mystery nature ness never object once ourselves pleasure posi positive moralists positive school positive thinkers positivism positivists possible present present philosophy profess Professor Huxley Protestantism question realise reason recognised religion religious rest revealed rience says seems seen sense social sociology solemn supernatural supposed teaching tell theism thing thought tion true truth Tyndall vague virtue whilst whole words worth
Page 181 - Night primaeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain ; As Argus
Page 310 - Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; and backward, but I cannot perceive him : on the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him : he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him : but he knoweth the way that I take : when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
Page 148 - While all melts under our feet, we may well catch at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems by a lifted horizon to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the senses, strange dyes, strange colours, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend.
Page 181 - Argus' eyes, by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Page 182 - Art after Art goes out, and all is Night: See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die, Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.
Page 249 - Think (he used to say) of a being who would make a Hell — who would create the human race with the infallible foreknowledge, and therefore with the intention, that the great majority of them were to be consigned to horrible and everlasting torment.
Page 207 - Never in the history of man has so terrific a calamity befallen the race as that which all who look may now behold advancing as a deluge, black with destruction, resistless in might, uprooting our most cherished hopes, engulfing our most precious creed, and burying our highest life in mindless desolation.
Page 36 - In this frame of mind, it occurred to me to put the question directly to myself: ' Suppose that all your objects in life were realized: that all the changes in institutions and opinions which you are looking forward to, could be completely effected at this very instant: would this be a great joy and happiness to you ?' And an irrepressible self-consciousness distinctly answered 'No!
Page 228 - ... of the molecules of the brain ; and this production of consciousness by molecular motion is to me quite as unthinkable as the production of molecular motion by consciousness.
Page 222 - I go further, and say, in effect, to those who wish to retain this idea, ' If you abandon the interpretations of grosser minds, who image the soul as a Psyche which could be thrown out of the window — an entity which is usually occupied, we know not how, among the molecules of the brain, but which on due occasion, such as the intrusion of a bullet or the blow of a club, can fly away into other regions of space — if, abandoning this heathen notion, you...