The Fortnightly Review, Volume 17Chapman and Hall, 1872 - 28 pages |
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Page 219 - And yet he was so anxious to do right, and do his duty in that state of life to which it had pleased God to call him...
Page 693 - Alas ! what differs more than man from man ! And whence that difference ? Whence but from himself? For see the universal Race endowed With the same upright form ! — The sun is fixed, And the infinite magnificence of heaven Fixed, within reach of every human eye ; The sleepless ocean murmurs for all ears ; The vernal field infuses fresh delight Into all hearts.
Page 155 - ... which kind of education introduces men into the language and practice of business, and, if it be not resisted by the great ingenuity of the person, inclines young men to more pride than any other kind of breeding, and disposes them to be pragmatical and insolent.
Page 670 - But a more striking fact is that, from the middle of the sixteenth century to the end of the eighteenth...
Page 14 - THE day is dark and the night To him that would search their heart ; No lips of cloud that will part, Nor morning song in the light : Only, gazing alone, To him wild shadows are shown, Deep under deep unknown And height above unknown height. Still we say as we go, — " Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day.
Page 504 - THE first man who, having enclosed a piece of ground, bethought himself of saying This is mine, and found people simple enough to believe him, was the real founder of civil society.
Page 69 - And it is plain that a government by popular discussion tends to produce this quality : a strongly idiosyncratic mind, violently disposed to extremes of opinion, is soon weeded out of political life ; and a bodiless thinker, an ineffectual scholar, cannot even live there for a day. A vigorous moderateness in mind and body is the rule of a polity which works by discussion ; and upon the whole it is the kind of temper most suited to the active life of "such a being as man in such a world as the present...
Page 149 - Dickens once declared to me that every word said by his characters was distinctly heard by him ; I was at first not a little puzzled to account for the fact that he could hear language so utterly unlike the language of real feeling, and not be aware of its preposterousness ; but the surprise vanished when I thought of the phenomena of hallucination.
Page 172 - He explains the statement that ' when that which is perfect shall come, then that which is in part shall be done away ' in the same spirit ; perfection, it appears, being attained when the apostolic age had ceased ; and he thus has the pleasure of administering a smart blow in passing at one additional enemy, the unlucky Church of Rome, in whose pretences, he observes, ' the blunder seems to be as glaring as the imposture.
Page 118 - The deep remembrance of the sense I had of being utterly neglected and hopeless; of the shame I felt in my position; of the misery it was to my young heart to believe that, day by day, what I had learned, and thought, and delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by, was passing away from me, never to be brought back any more; cannot be written.