Synthetica: Being Meditations Epistemological and Ontological, Том 2Longmans, Green, 1906 - 321 стор. |
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Absolute Idea Absolute Synthesis abstract accordingly activity actual æsthetic affirmation anarchic animal anthropomorphic attained attuent attuitional Beautiful Being-Absolute conception concrete consciousness constitute contains contemplate contradictions cosmic cosmic movement creation creative creature death determined Divine emotion Epistemology essence eternal ethical ethical ideals Evil evolution evolving existence experience externalisation fact feeling finite mind finite reason finitude formal fulfilment harmony Hegel higher evolution highest human immanent individual individuum infinite interpretation knowledge living Man-the man's mediated merely modality monad monistic moral movement mystery mystic nature negation Notion object organism ourselves pain Pantheism personality phenomenal philosophy plane positive relations possible pure purpose question rational realise reality revealed seeks self-conscious sense sentient speak sphere spirit subjective dialectic sublates supreme teleological things thought tion true truth ultimate uncon Unconditioned universal universal dialectic vidual whereby Will-dialectic Will-reason words yields
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Сторінка 284 - ... truths, the progress of things, as if from unreasoning elements, not towards final causes, the greatness and littleness of man, his far-reaching aims, his short duration, the curtain hung over his futurity, the disappointments of life, the defeat of good, the success of evil, physical pain, mental anguish, the prevalence and intensity of sin, the pervading idolatries, the corruptions, the dreary hopeless irreligion, that condition of the whole race so fearfully and exactly described in the Aposde's...
Сторінка 340 - The sense that every struggle brings defeat Because Fate holds no prize to crown success ; That all the oracles are dumb or cheat Because they have no secret to express ; That none can pierce the vast black veil uncertain Because there is no light beyond the curtain ; That all is vanity and nothingness.
Сторінка 238 - Beasts fain would sing; birds ditty to their notes; Trees would be tuning on their native lute To thy renown: but all their hands and throats Are brought to man, while they are lame and mute.
Сторінка 284 - To consider the world in its length and breadth, its various history, the many races of man, their starts, their fortunes, their mutual alienation, their conflicts; and then their ways, habits, governments, forms of worship; their enterprises, their aimless courses, their random achievements and acquirements, the impotent conclusion of longstanding facts, the tokens so faint and broken of a superintending design, the blind evolution of what turn out to be great powers or...
Сторінка 142 - Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the Creator, — the end, what Began?
Сторінка 241 - Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil. Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil; Till they perish and they suffer - some...
Сторінка 352 - So much I feel my genial spirits droop, My hopes all flat, nature within me seems In all her functions weary of herself ; My race of glory run, and race of shame, And I shall shortly be with them that rest.
Сторінка 293 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Сторінка 322 - And the suns of the limitless universe sparkled and shone in the sky, Flashing with fires as of God, but we knew that their light was a lie— Bright as with deathless hope — but, however they sparkled and shone, The dark little worlds running round them were worlds of woe like our own — No soul in the heaven above, no soul on the earth below, A fiery scroll written over with lamentation and woe.
Сторінка 17 - Magnificent The morning rose, in memorable pomp, Glorious as e'er I had beheld — in front, The sea lay laughing at a distance ; near, The solid mountains shone, bright as the clouds, Grain-tinctured, drenched in empyrean light ; And in the meadows and the lower grounds Was all the sweetness of a common dawn-- Dews, vapours, and the melody of birds, And labourers going forth to till the fields.