Paracelsus, Tema 366

E. Wilson, 1835 - 216 páginas

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Página 36 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception— which is truth.
Página 189 - Then all is still: earth is a wintry clod; But spring-wind, like a dancing psaltress, passes Over its breast to waken it; rare verdure Buds tenderly upon rough banks, between The withered tree-roots and the cracks of frost, Like a smile striving with a wrinkled face...
Página 192 - For these things tend still upward, progress is The law of life, man is not Man as yet. Nor shall I deem his object served, his end Attained, his genuine strength put fairly forth, While only here and there a star dispels The darkness, here and there a towering mind O'erlooks its prostrate fellows : when the host Is out at once to the despair of night, When all mankind alike is perfected, Equal in full-blown powers — then, not...
Página 28 - I go to prove my soul ! I see my way as birds their trackless way — I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not : but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet, or stifling snow, In some time — his good time — I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time ! Mich.
Página 191 - Hints and previsions of which faculties, Are strewn confusedly everywhere about The inferior natures, and all lead up higher, All shape out dimly the superior race, The heir of hopes too fair to turn out false, And man appears at last.
Página 18 - Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart ! Ask the geier-eagle why she stoops at once Into the vast and unexplored abyss, What full-grown power informs her from the first, Why she not marvels, strenuously beating...
Página 148 - On rugged stones strewn here and there, but piled In order once : then follows — mark what follows ! " The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung "To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
Página 166 - T is only when they spring to heaven that angels Reveal themselves to you ; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep, And all at once they leave you and you know them...
Página 122 - The rock, their barren bed, one diamond. But were it so — were man all mind — he gains A station little enviable. From God Down to the lowest spirit ministrant, Intelligence exists which casts our mind Into immeasurable shade. No, no: Love, hope, fear, faith — these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character, And these I have lost!
Página 71 - t is not too late. I have a quiet home for us, and friends. Michal shall smile on you. Hear you ? Lean thus, And breathe my breath. I shall not lose one word Of all your speech, one little word, Aprile ! Apr.

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