 | C. J. Purvis - 1991 - 244 trang
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 | Kristin Linklater - 1992 - 236 trang
...that string, And hark what discord follows. Each thing melts In mere oppugnancy; the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And...or rather, right and wrong. Between whose endless jars justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes... | |
 | Jean Houston - 1993 - 348 trang
...that string, And, hark, what discord follows. Each thing meets In mere oppugnancy. The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And...Should lose their names, and so should justice too; Then everything include itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, a universal... | |
 | Choan-Seng Song - 1993 - 330 trang
...stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark! what discord follows Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude...Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, a universal... | |
 | René Girard - 1988 - 364 trang
...In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters 1 Victor Turner, The Ritual Process (Chicago, 1969), p. 179. Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And...Should lose their names, and so should justice too. As in Greek tragedy and primitive religion, it is not the differences but the loss of them that gives... | |
 | 1984 - 450 trang
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 | Alan T. Wood - 1995 - 306 trang
...that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And...Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal... | |
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Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility,... 
