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... Society and Civilization were ultimately borne . As the story of evolution is usually told , Love the evolved form , as we shall see , of the struggle for the life of others has not even a place . Almost the whole emphasis of science ...
... Society and Civilization were ultimately borne . As the story of evolution is usually told , Love the evolved form , as we shall see , of the struggle for the life of others has not even a place . Almost the whole emphasis of science ...
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... society is an organism , and an organism which has grown by natural growth , like a tree . But the tree to which it is usually likened is such a tree as never grew upon this earth . For it is a tree without flowers ; a tree with nothing ...
... society is an organism , and an organism which has grown by natural growth , like a tree . But the tree to which it is usually likened is such a tree as never grew upon this earth . For it is a tree without flowers ; a tree with nothing ...
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... Society for Physical Research , of which he was a member , and in whose proceedings he took a deep interest . He narrated some startling events in his own experiences which could only be explained by supernaturalism or thought ...
... Society for Physical Research , of which he was a member , and in whose proceedings he took a deep interest . He narrated some startling events in his own experiences which could only be explained by supernaturalism or thought ...
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... societies . They have come before us , they are our elder brothers . Their children learned to read in the rolls of the Thorah before our Latin alphabet was fixed - long before Cyril and Methodus had given an alphabet to the Slavs ...
... societies . They have come before us , they are our elder brothers . Their children learned to read in the rolls of the Thorah before our Latin alphabet was fixed - long before Cyril and Methodus had given an alphabet to the Slavs ...
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... society the Coal - Oil Johnnies . " Then the writer goes on to describe paranoia , which he calls the new disease - which is purely a mental hallucination which leads people who have it to think that enemies are constantly seeking their ...
... society the Coal - Oil Johnnies . " Then the writer goes on to describe paranoia , which he calls the new disease - which is purely a mental hallucination which leads people who have it to think that enemies are constantly seeking their ...
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Seite 258 - OUR age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories, and criticism. The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes. Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe?
Seite 258 - Embosomed for a season in nature, whose floods of life stream around and through us, and invite us by the powers they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope among the dry bones of the past, or put the living generation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe ? The sun shines to-day also.
Seite 5 - For the loving worm within its clod, Were diviner than a loveless god Amid his worlds, I will dare to say.
Seite 258 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity: Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew : The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Seite 266 - My friends : No one not in my situation can appreciate my feeling of sadness at this parting. To this place, and the kindness of these people, I owe everything. Here I have lived a quarter of a century, and have passed from a young to an old man. Here my children have been born, and one is buried. I now leave, not knowing when or whether ever I may return, with a task before me greater than that which rested upon Washington.
Seite 56 - O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you, Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations, Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me, Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there in the night, By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon, The messenger there arous'd, the fire, the sweet hell within, The unknown want, the destiny of me.
Seite 258 - God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor. Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor?
Seite 59 - Sail forth— steer for the deep waters only, Reckless O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me, For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
Seite 258 - I show Columbia, of the rocks Which dip their foot in the seas And soar to the air-borne flocks Of clouds and the boreal fleece. I will divide my goods; Call in the wretch and slave: None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have.
Seite 57 - From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee, And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting, And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night. The night in silence under many a star, The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know, And the soul turning to thee O vast and well-veil'd death, And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.