Aus der Studentenzeit eines alten Pastors

H. Bartholdi, 1908 - 293 ページ


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227 ページ - I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in: What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us: Go thy ways to a nunnery.
77 ページ - And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thought...
10 ページ - This is dispensed ; and what surmounts the reach Of human sense I shall delineate so, By likening spiritual to corporal forms, As may express them best ; though what if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought...
251 ページ - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
227 ページ - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
129 ページ - IF thou couldst empty all thyself of self, Like to a shell dishabited, Then might He find thee on the Ocean shelf, And say — " This is not dead," — And fill thee with Himself instead.
214 ページ - Christ! et sur nos croix d'ébène Ton cadavre céleste en poussière est tombé! Eh bien ! qu'il soit permis d'en baiser la poussière Au moins crédule enfant de ce siècle sans foi, Et de pleurer, ô Christ! sur cette froide terre Qui vivait de ta mort, et qui mourra sans toi!
139 ページ - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
271 ページ - No, Sir, let it alone. It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.
289 ページ - Tibère, c'est-à-dire voluptueux et dur : il abusait des autres et de lui-même; l'égoïsme brutal ou calculateur avait repris l'ascendant; la cruauté et la sensualité s'étalaient, la société devenait un coupe-gorge et un mauvais lieu. — Quand on s'est donné ce spectacle, et de près, on peut évaluer l'apport du christianisme dans nos sociétés modernes, ce qu'il y introduit de pudeur, de douceur et d'humanité, ce qu'il y maintient d'honnêteté, de bonne foi et de justice.