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Side 83 - Look grim as e'er he will, He harms us not a whit ; For why ? His doom is writ : A word shall quickly slay him. God's Word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger, But spite of Hell, shall have its course, 'Tis written by his finger. And though they take our life, Goods, honour, children, wife, Yet is their profit small; These things shall vanish all, The City of God remaineth.
Side 370 - Schiller, immer wird, nie ist; never is, always is a-being. Sad, truly, were our condition did we know but this, that Change is universal and inevitable. Launched into a dark shoreless sea of Pyrrhonism, what would remain for us but to sail aimless, hopeless; or make madly merry, while the devouring Death had not yet ingulfed us? As indeed, we have seen many, and still see many do. Nevertheless so stands it not. The venerator of the Past (and to what pure heart is the Past, in that ' moonlight of...
Side 81 - by proofs of Scripture, or else by plain just arguments: I cannot recant otherwise. For it is neither safe nor prudent to do aught against conscience. Here stand I ; I can do no other: God assist me!
Side 72 - How is each so solitary in this wide grave of the All! I am alone with myself! O Father, O Father! where is thy infinite bosom, that I might rest on it? Ah, if each soul is its own father and creator, why cannot it be its own destroyer too?
Side 371 - German dialect, are discerned by us, and exist for us, in an element of time, and therefore of mortality and mutability, yet time itself reposes on eternity : the truly great and transcendental has its basis and substance in eternity ; stands revealed to us as eternity in a vesture of time. Thus in all poetry, worship, art, society, as one form passes into another, nothing is lost...
Side 82 - A safe stronghold our God is still, A trusty shield and weapon ; He'll help us clear from all the ill That hath us now o'ertaken. The ancient Prince of Hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of Craft and Power He weareth in this hour, On Earth is not his fellow. With force of arms we nothing can, Full soon were we down-ridden ; But for us fights the proper Man, 'Whom God himself hath bidden.
Side 403 - To understand man, however, we must look beyond the individual man and his actions or interests, and view him in combination with his fellows. It is in Society that man first feels what he is ; first becomes what he can be.
Side 273 - ... and cunning triumphs where Honesty is worsted ; and now, as then, it is the wise man's part to know this, and cheerfully look for it, and cheerfully defy it : Ut vulpis adulatio Here thro...
Side 123 - Let some beneficent divinity snatch him, when a suckling, from the breast of his mother, and nurse him with the milk of a better time, that he may ripen to his full stature beneath a distant Grecian sky. And having grown to manhood, let him return, a foreign shape, into his century ; not, however, to delight it by his presence, but dreadful, like the Son of Agamemnon, to purify it.
Side 271 - Reynard the Fox, like stolen waters, with a timorous joy. So much for the outward fortunes of this remarkable Book. It comes before us with a character such as can belong only to a very few ; that of being a true World'sBook, which through centuries was everywhere at home, the spirit of which diffused itself into all languages and all minds. These quaint ^Esopic figures have painted themselves in innumerable heads ; that rough, deep-lying humour has been the laughter of many generations.