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The Journal of speculative philosophy: Ed. by Wm. T. Harris. microform, Том 19
Повний перегляд - 1885
The Journal of speculative philosophy: Ed. by Wm. T. Harris. microform, Том 14
Повний перегляд - 1880
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Сторінка 44 - Some had expired in fight— the brands Still rusted in their bony hands ; In plague and famine some ! Earth's cities had no sound nor tread, And ships were drifting with the dead To shores where all was dumb...
Сторінка 46 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Сторінка 45 - Within his iron cave, th' effusive south Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent. At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise, Scarce staining ether ; but by swift degrees, In heaps on heaps the doubling vapour sails Along the loaded sky, and mingling deep Sits on th...
Сторінка 48 - And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Сторінка 376 - ... saddle-back with a certain breadth of its own on which we sit perched, and from which we look in two directions into time. The unit of composition of our perception of time is a duration, with a bow and a stern, as it were, a rearward and a forward-looking end. It is only as parts of this duration-block, that the relation of succession of one end to the other is perceived.
Сторінка 373 - If the present thought is of ABCDEFG, the next one will be of BCDEFGH, and the one after that of CDEFGH I— the lingerings of the past dropping successively away, and the incomings of the future making up the loss. These lingerings of old objects, these incomings of new, are the germs of memory and expectation, the retrospective and the prospective sense of time.
Сторінка 388 - In general, a time filled with varied and interesting experiences seems short in passing, but long as we look back. On the other hand, a tract of time empty of experiences seems long in passing, but in retrospect short.
Сторінка 48 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Сторінка 397 - He says, a moment later, that "though the fixation of attention does of course really occupy time, it is probably not in the first instance perceived as time — ie, as continuous 'protensity,' to use a term of Hamilton's — but as intensity.
Сторінка 42 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our...