The Pioneer: Or, Leaves from an Editor's PortfolioJ. B. Tolman, 1846 - 208 sidor |
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... Religion , and nearly all its " Institutions . " The writer sees no beauty in its rites , and no comeliness in its temples . They seem to him cold , barbarous , repulsive , and degrading . Seeing its priesthood enlisted against every ...
... Religion , and nearly all its " Institutions . " The writer sees no beauty in its rites , and no comeliness in its temples . They seem to him cold , barbarous , repulsive , and degrading . Seeing its priesthood enlisted against every ...
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... Religion , the God , and the Priesthood in question are from the Religion , the God , and the Priesthood of the New Testament , there is no room here to inquire . Let each one , -lifting the thick film of pre- judice , and drawing the ...
... Religion , the God , and the Priesthood in question are from the Religion , the God , and the Priesthood of the New Testament , there is no room here to inquire . Let each one , -lifting the thick film of pre- judice , and drawing the ...
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... religious corporation , and to protest with any power against cumbering the reforms of the day with a particle of its destructive machinery : if he has come to appreciate the sublime character and inconceivable power of unrestricted and ...
... religious corporation , and to protest with any power against cumbering the reforms of the day with a particle of its destructive machinery : if he has come to appreciate the sublime character and inconceivable power of unrestricted and ...
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... religion . This Washingtonian principle is as old as truth itself , and has always existed , in greater or less distinctness and power , in every human breast . In most , however , it has been obscured by the mists of sensuality and sin ...
... religion . This Washingtonian principle is as old as truth itself , and has always existed , in greater or less distinctness and power , in every human breast . In most , however , it has been obscured by the mists of sensuality and sin ...
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... religion . While the consecra- ted elements are yet upon our lips , while the baptismal waters are still glistening upon our brow , while the echo of the Christian benediction is still sounding in our ears , we would hasten , in all the ...
... religion . While the consecra- ted elements are yet upon our lips , while the baptismal waters are still glistening upon our brow , while the echo of the Christian benediction is still sounding in our ears , we would hasten , in all the ...
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The Pioneer ; Or, Leaves from an Editor's Portfolio Henry Clapp Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1969 |
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Sida 165 - The eye — it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. 'Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Sida 80 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Sida 135 - For us, the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow; Nothing we see, but means our good. As our delight, or as our treasure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Sida 43 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Sida 75 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; He sang to my ear, they sang to my eye.
Sida 14 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view...
Sida 75 - The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs; I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky. Full of light and of deity; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river, the morning bird; Beauty through my senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole.
Sida 166 - tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
Sida 158 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Sida 80 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.