The Power of an Endless Life and Other SermonsG.H. Ellis, 1891 - 257 pages |
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... Roman Catholic writ- ings . What wonder that an ardent votary's zeal , outrunning his discretion , suggests , " Our Lady who art in heaven " instead of " Our Father , " as the common form of prayer ! He is only a little in advance . The ...
... Roman Catholic writ- ings . What wonder that an ardent votary's zeal , outrunning his discretion , suggests , " Our Lady who art in heaven " instead of " Our Father , " as the common form of prayer ! He is only a little in advance . The ...
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... Roman Catholic consciousness for some fifteen centuries ? I should hate to think that we had done so it would speak so ill for human nature , for it to cherish for so long a legend and a dogma with so little in them of intrinsic or ...
... Roman Catholic consciousness for some fifteen centuries ? I should hate to think that we had done so it would speak so ill for human nature , for it to cherish for so long a legend and a dogma with so little in them of intrinsic or ...
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... Roman Catholic communion , - Jesus , as time went on , was less and less the tender and compassionate person of the New Testament histories . He was more and more the awful judge , the stern avenger . As in the Protestant system Jesus ...
... Roman Catholic communion , - Jesus , as time went on , was less and less the tender and compassionate person of the New Testament histories . He was more and more the awful judge , the stern avenger . As in the Protestant system Jesus ...
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... Roman Catholic Church . Not that we have no place of memory and praise for her from whose deep heart Jesus of Nazareth must have largely drawn the goodness of his own . Not that we do not hail her blessed among women still blessed ...
... Roman Catholic Church . Not that we have no place of memory and praise for her from whose deep heart Jesus of Nazareth must have largely drawn the goodness of his own . Not that we do not hail her blessed among women still blessed ...
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... Roman writers , especially the Stoics , whose writings are not generally classed as Scriptures , but are as deserving of such classification as any of the rest , or any that our own great Bible's spacious lids enfold . What rebuke is ...
... Roman writers , especially the Stoics , whose writings are not generally classed as Scriptures , but are as deserving of such classification as any of the rest , or any that our own great Bible's spacious lids enfold . What rebuke is ...
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Page 8 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 8 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 101 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice, "Believe no more," And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd, "I have felt.
Page 81 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Page 90 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 31 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Page 59 - It singeth low in every heart, We hear it each and all,— A song of those who answer not, However we may call. They throng the silence of the breast; We see them as of yore,— The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet, Who walk with us no more.
Page 54 - Heaven on high, it said, And peace on earth to gentle men. My song, save this, is little worth ; I lay the weary pen aside, And wish you health, and love, and mirth, As fits the solemn Christmas-tide. As fits the holy Christmas birth, Be this, good friends, our carol still — Be peace on earth, be peace on earth, To men of gentle will.
Page 94 - That which befits us, embosomed in beauty and wonder as we are, is cheerfulness and courage, and the endeavor to realize our aspirations.
Page 14 - THY summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain ; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through Concord Plain. Thou in thy narrow banks art pent : The stream I love unbounded goes Through flood and sea and firmament ; Through light, through life, it forward flows. I see the inundation sweet, I hear the spending of the stream Through years, through men, through nature fleet, Through love and thought, through power and dream.