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# The Philosophical Review/Volume 1/Summary: Pace - Das Relativitätsprincip in H. Spencer's psychol. Entwicklungslehre

Phil. Stud. = Philosophische Studien
Spencer holds that our knowledge, not less than the outer world, has evolved from a condition where its elements were still homogeneous and united. In the course of development they gradually become separated and opposed to each other ; the ultimate reality remains however in spite of all differentiating, the unconditioned in which the conditioned factors of knowledge are united. P. divides his discussion into (1) the original unity; (2) the negation of the unity; (3) the restoration of unity. He holds that neither of the two factors, subject and object, ​appears in our perceiving consciousness; for just this separation points to an earlier state which united subject and object in the same reality. Thought has not to create a unity out of a plurality, but to analyze the given unity and logically distinguish its factors. This separation, which P. ascribes to thought, is for Spencer a fact already brought about by development. His failure, according to P., consists in his trying to solve a logical problem by means of a biological or psychological answer. The fundamental property of consciousness is just the activity of will, which Spencer has neglected. A mere repetition of experience does not disturb the original unity of thought and object. Further, he maintains that Spencer, in his analysis of existence, does not create an objective reality for us. At the beginning of his analysis the feelings — even the "feeling of resistance" — were mere phenomena of consciousness, and such they remain to the end. As regards the relativity of knowledge, if any one regards all knowledge as a relation between subject and object, he will indeed suppose that the subjective factors are originally separated from the objective, and brought into relation through knowledge. It is more just, however, to confine this description to the sphere of thinking. The relations which are constituted by thought connect only the isolated conceptions in the place of sense-perceptions. Whenever the objective worth of knowledge is considered, the expression "relative" is to be avoided. Only the knowledge that we have negated the original unity can justify the hope of again uniting its elements in thought. Since we are able to explain the world by thought, that which we suppose as ground of unity must be intelligible. The Unknowable can set limits to our knowledge: it cannot complete it. If the Absolute is unknowable, it is vain to ask whether it is useless to ask whether it is fixed and unchanging, or in process of development; for we are not in a position either to affirm or deny anything concerning it. P. holds that in Spencer's view of the problem of a theory of knowledge lies his fundamental failure. Subject and object are set over against each other, and the question is how they can be brought into agreement. Hence arises the fruitless attempt to clothe purely subjective phenomena with objective reality.
# The Philosophical Review/Volume 1/Summary: Nettleship - Authority in the Sphere of Conduct and Intellect

Int. J. E. = International Journal of Ethics
Authority here is the power that in conduct determines practice and in thought assent. A desire for it is universal and at present largely ​unsatisfied. Some are capable of forming convictions, others not. The former, to whom we owe the great constructive moral movements, find authority in their own moral passion; the latter are sceptical and tend to find authority in force. At the present time we are in danger from the latter. We need more authority of the former type. It is of four kinds, the authority of law, of religion, of public opinion, of great men. The permanent element in the four is the moral feeling of the society involved. The authority of public opinion is stronger than the former two, but is itself dominated by the authority of the leaders of moral feeling and of intellectual activity. Yet even their influence is permanent only in proportion as it tends to improve society. All permanent authority rests on a social basis. The seat of authority for the individual is his own conscience; where this is in doubt recourse should be had to the records of past experience especially of great men as a guide in conduct, and to living leaders as a guide in thought.
# The Philosophical Review/Volume 1/Summary: Perez - La maladie du pessimisme

Rev. Ph. = Revue Philosophique
Are there, in reality, for every malady or morbid diathesis certain pronounced psychical manifestations? Psychological physicians must guard themselves from hasty generalizations; they are too ready to show to psychologists that their science cannot be an independent one without being chimerical. P. makes this reproach to the authors of two theses which he examines here: O Pessimismo no ponto de vista da psychologia morbida. J. de Magalhāes. Typ. Universell. Lisbonne, 1890. (2) Des Rapports de l’arthritisme avec les manifestationes nerveuses. Dr. G. Huyghe. Jouve, Paris, 1890. Is pessimism really a malady or the result of a morbid diathesis? M. Magalhaes has found in the personalities of several men who are considered as in a sense pessimistic as, e.g. Schopenhauer, Flaubert, Baudelaire, Amiel, Byron, and in others such as Tolstoi, Swift, Shelley, A. de Vigny, Schiller, Berlioz, etc., etc., the mental state of which pessimism is the literary or philosophical form; such morbid indications as nervous instability, irritability, hyperæsthesia, hyperalgy, irresistible impulsions, etc. Pessimism according to him is a neurasthenia, of which the fundamental character is nervous instability with alternation or constant combination of irritability and feebleness; from this fundamental hyperæsthesia result discords between the sentiments and the intelligence, between the sentiments, between the ideas and volitions. All these characters reveal excess of subjectivity. P. finds that we must get more proofs before we can grant that the alterations of character attributed to the pessimist are pathological phenomena; at least, if we regard pessimism as a malady we cannot ​characterize it simply as neurasthenia. In the book of M. Huyghe the inverse of pessimistic states of mind is arthritism, a morbid diathesis characterized by a tendency to local congestions of various kinds. In regard to this P. finds that the connections of arthritism with pessimism are defined with just about the same evidence, and imperfect evidence, as are the connections which M. Magalhāes finds to exist between pessimism and neurasthenia. It is evident that the whole of pessimism is not arthritism, and that all arthritism is not pessimism.
# The Pig, the Sheep, and the Goat

Perry index 85
* "The Porker, the Sheep, and the Goat", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Pig and the Sheep", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
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# The Pilgrim's Progress

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The Pilgrim's Progress from This World to That Which Is to Come, an allegorical novel, was published in 1678 after being written in 1675 while Bunyan was imprisoned for conducting unauthorised religious services outside of the Church of England. An expanded edition appeared in 1679, and the Second Part appeared in 1684. This work is regarded as one of the greatest classics of literature, and has been translated into more than 200 languages. It is divided into two parts, each of which reads as a continuous narrative, not being further divided into chapters.
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# The Pigeon

CHRISTOPHER WELLWYN, an artist ANN, his daughter GUINEVERE MEGAN, a flower-seller RORY MEGAN, her husband FERRAND, an alien TIMSON, once a cabman EDWARD BERTLEY, a Canon ALFRED CALWAY, a Professor SIR THOMAS HOXTON, a Justice of the Peace Also a police constable, three humble-men, and some curious persons The action passes in Wellwyn's Studio, and the street outside. ACT I. Christmas Eve. ACT II. New Year's Day. ACT III. The First of April.
# The Pilgrim's Progress (1890)

this version was printed in 1917
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# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 4/Part 5

V.
Divis orto bonis.
BEST guardian of Rome's people, dearest boon Of a kind Heaven, thou lingerest all too long: Thou bad'st thy senate look to meet thee soon: Do not thy promise wrong. Restore, dear chief, the light thou tak'st away: Ah! when, like spring, that gracious mien of thine Dawns on thy Rome, more gently glides the day, And suns serener shine. See her whose darling child a long year past Has dwelt beyond the wild Carpathian foam; That long year o'er, the envious southern blast Still bars him from his home: Weeping and praying to the shore she clings, Nor ever thence her straining eyesight turns: So, smit by loyal passion's restless stings, Rome for her Caesar yearns. In safety range the cattle o'er the mead: Sweet Peace, soft Plenty, swell the golden grain: O'er unvex'd seas the sailors blithely speed: Fair Honour shrinks from stain: No guilty lusts the shrine of home defile: Cleansed is the hand without, the heart within: The father's features in his children smile: Swift vengeance follows sin.
Who fears the Parthian or the Scythian horde, Or the rank growth that German forests yield, While Cæsar lives? who trembles at the sword The fierce Iberians wield? In his own hills each labours down the day, Teaching the vine to clasp the widow'd tree: Then to his cups again, where, feasting gay, He hails his god in thee. A household power, adored with prayers and wine, Thou reign'st auspicious o'er his hour of ease: Thus grateful Greece her Castor made divine, And her great Hercules. Ah! be it thine long holydays to give To thy Hesperia! thus, dear chief, we pray At sober sunrise; thus at mellow eve, When ocean hides the day.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 4/Part 8

VIII.
Donarem pateras.
All Censorinus! to my comrades true Rich cups, rare bronzes, gladly would I send: Choice tripods from Olympia on each friend Would I confer, choicer on none than you, Had but my fate such gems of art bestow'd As cunning Scopas or Parrhasius wrought, This with the brush, that with the chisel taught To image now a mortal, now a god. But these are not my riches: your desire Such luxury craves not, and your means disdain: A poet's strain you love; a poet's strain Accept, and learn the value of the lyre.
Not public gravings on a marble base, Whence comes a second life to men of might E'en in the tomb: not Hannibal's swift flight, Nor those fierce threats flung back into his face, Not impious Carthage in its last red blaze, In clearer light sets forth his spotless fame, Who from crush'd Afric took away—a name, Than rude Calabria's tributary lays. Let silence hide the good your hand has wrought, Farewell, reward! Had blank oblivion's power Dimm'd the bright deeds of Romulus, at this hour, Despite his sire and mother, he were nought. Thus Æacus has 'scaped the Stygian wave, By grace of poets and their silver tongue, Henceforth to live the happy isles among. No, trust the Muse: she opes the good man's grave, And lifts him to the gods. So Hercules, His labours o'er, sits at the board of Jove: So Tyndareus' offspring shine as stars above, Saving lorn vessels from the yawning seas: So Bacchus, with the vine-wreath round his hair, Gives prosperous issue to his votary's prayer.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 4/Part 9

IX.
Ne forte credas.
THIHK not those strains can e'er expire, Which, cradled 'mid the echoing roar Of Aufidus, to Latium's lyre I sing with arts unknown before. Though Homer fill the foremost throne, Yet grave Stesichorus still can please, And fierce Alcæus holds his own With Pindar and Simonides. The songs of Teos are not mute, And Sappho's love is breathing still: She told her secret to the lute, And yet its chords with passion thrill. Hot Sparta's queen alone was fired By broider'd robe and braided tress, And all the splendours that attired Her lover's guilty loveliness: Hot only Teucer to the field His arrows brought, nor Ilion Beneath a single conqueror reel'd: Hot Crete's majestic lord alone, Or Sthenelus, earn'd the Muses' crown: Hot Hector first for child and wife, Or brave Deiphobus, laid down The burden of a manly life.
Before Atrides men were brave: But ah! oblivion, dark and long, Has lock'd them in a tearless grave, For lack of consecrating song. 'Twixt worth and baseness, lapp'd in death, What difference? You shall ne'er be dumb, While strains of mine have voice and breath: The dull neglect of days to come Those hard-won honours shall not blight: No, Lollius, no: a soul is yours, Clear-sighted, keen, alike upright When fortune smiles, and when she lowers: To greed and rapine still severe, Spurning the gain men find so sweet: A consul, not of one brief year, But oft as on the judgment-seat You bend the expedient to the right, Turn haughty eyes from bribes away, Or bear your banners through the fight, Scattering the foeman's firm array. The lord of boundless revenues, Salute not him as happy: no, Call him the happy, who can use The bounty that the gods bestow, Can bear the load of poverty, And tremble not at death, but sin: No recreant he when called to die In cause of country or of kin.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Carmen Saeculare

CARMEN SÆCULARE.
Phœbe, silvarumque.
PHŒBUS and Dian, huntress fair, To-day and always magnified, Bright lights of heaven, accord our prayer This holy tide, On which the Sibyl's volume wills That youths and maidens without stain To gods, who love the seven dear hills, Should chant the strain! Sun, that unchanged, yet ever new, Lead'st out the day and bring'st it home, May nought be present to thy view More great than Borne! Blest Ilithyia! be thou near In travail to each Roman dame! Lucina, Genitalis, hear, Whate'er thy name! O make our youth to live and grow! The fathers' nuptial counsels speed, Those laws that shall on Rome bestow A plenteous seed! So when a hundred years and ten Bring round the cycle, game and song Three days, three nights, shall charm again The festal throng.
Ye too, ye Fates, whose righteous doom, Declared but once, is sure as heaven, Link on new blessings, yet to come, To blessings given! Let Earth, with grain and cattle rife, Crown Ceres' brow with wreathen corn; Soft winds, sweet waters, nurse to life The newly born! O lay thy shafts, Apollo, by! Let suppliant youths obtain thine ear! Thou Moon, fair "regent of the sky," Thy maidens hear! If Rome is yours, if Troy's remains, Safe by your conduct, sought and found Another city, other fanes On Tuscan ground, For whom, 'mid fires and piles of slain, Æneas made a broad highway, Destined, pure heart, with greater gain Their loss to pay, Grant to our sons unblemish'd ways; Grant to our sires an age of peace; Grant to our nation power and praise, And large increase! See, at your shrine, with victims white, Prays Venus and Anchises' heir! O prompt him still the foe to smite, The fallen to spare! Now Media dreads our Alban steel, Our victories land and ocean o'er;
Scythia and Ind in suppliance kneel, So proud before. Faith, Honour, ancient Modesty, And Peace, and Virtue, spite of scorn, Come back to earth; and Plenty, see, With teeming horn. Augur and lord of silver bow, Apollo, darling of the Nine, Who heal'st our frame when languors slow Have made it pine; Lov'st thou thine own Palatial hill, Prolong the glorious life of Rome To other cycles, brightening still Through time to come! From Algidus and Aventine List, goddess, to our grave Fifteen! To praying youths thine ear incline, Diana queen! Thus Jove and all the gods agree! So trusting, wend we home again, Phœbus' and Dian's singers we, And this our strain.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 4/Part 15

XV.
Phœbus volentem.
OF battles fought I fain had told, And conquer'd towns, when Phœbus smote His harp-string: "Sooth, 'twere over-bold To tempt wide seas in that frail boat." Thy age, great Cæsar, has restored To squalid fields the plenteous grain. Given back to Rome's almighty Lord Our standards, torn from Parthian fane, Has closed Quirinian Janus' gate, Wild passion's erring walk controll'd, Heal'd the foul plague-spot of the state, And brought again the life of old, Life, by whose healthful power increased The glorious name of Latium spread To where the sun illumes the east From where he seeks his western bed. While Caesar rules, no civil strife Shall break our rest, nor violence rude, Nor rage, that whets the slaughtering knife And plunges wretched towns in feud. The sons of Danube shall not scorn The Julian edicts; no, nor they By Tanais' distant river born, Nor Persia, Scythia, or Cathay.
And we on feast and working-tide,
While Bacchus’ bounties freely flow,
Our wives and children at our side,
First paying Heaven the prayers we owe,
Shall sing of chiefs whose deeds are done,
As wont our sires, to flute or shell,
And Troy, Anchises, and the son
Of Venus on our tongues shall dwell.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 4/Part 2

II.
Pindarum quisquis.
WHO fain at Pindar's flight would aim, On waxen wings, Iulus, he Soars heavenward, doom'd to give his name To some new sea. Pindar, like torrent from the steep Which, swollen with rain, its banks o'erflows, With mouth unfathomably deep, Foams, thunders, glows, All worthy of Apollo's bay, Whether in dithyrambic roll Pouring new words he burst away Beyond control, Or gods and god-born heroes tell, Whose arm with righteous death could tame Grim Centaurs, tame Chimæras fell, Out-breathing flame, Or bid the boxer or the steed In deathless pride of victory live, And dower them with a nobler meed Than sculptors give, Or mourn the bridegroom early torn From his young bride, and set on high Strength, courage, virtue's golden morn, Too good to die.
Antonius! yes, the winds blow free, When Dirce's swan ascends the skies, To waft him. I, like Matine bee, In act and guise, That culls its sweets through toilsome hours, Am roaming Tibur's banks along, And fashioning with puny powers A laboured song. Your Muse shall sing in loftier strain How Cæsar climbs the sacred height, The fierce Sygambrians in his train, With laurel dight, Than whom the Fates ne'er gave mankind A richer treasure or more dear, Nor shall, though earth again should find The golden year. Your Muse shall tell of public sports, And holyday, and votive feast, For Cæsar's sake, and brawling courts Where strife has ceased. Then, if my voice can aught avail, Grateful for him our prayers have won, My song shall echo, "Hail, all hail, Auspicious Sun!" There as you move, "Ho! Triumph, ho! Great Triumph!" once and yet again All Home shall cry, and spices strow Before your train. Ten bulls, ten kine, your debt discharge: A calf new-wean'd from parent cow,
Battening on pastures rich and large, Shall quit my vow. Like moon just dawning on the night The crescent honours of his head; One dapple spot of snowy white, The rest all red.
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 4/Part 6

VI.
Dive, quem proles.
THOU who didst make thy vengeful might To Niobe and Tityos known, And Peleus' son, when Troy's tall height Was nigh his own, Victorious else, for thee no peer, Though, strong in his sea-parent's power, He shook with that tremendous spear The Dardan tower.
He, like a pine by axes sped, Or cypress sway'd by angry gust, Fell mining, and laid bis bead In Trojan dust. Not his to lie in covert pent Of the false steed, and sudden fall On Priam's ill-starr'd merriment In bower and ball: His ruthless arm in broad bare day The infant from the breast bad torn, Nay, given to flame, ah, well a way! The babe unborn: But, won by Venus' voice and thine, Relenting Jove Æneas will'd With other omens more benign New walls to build. Sweet tuner of the Grecian lyre, Whose locks are laved in Xanthus' dews, Blooming Agyieus! help, inspire My Daunian Muse! 'Tis Phœbus, Phœbus gifts my tongue With minstrel art and minstrel fires: Come, noble youths and maidens sprung From noble sires, Blest in your Dian's guardian smile, Whose shafts the flying silvans stay, Come, foot the Lesbian measure, while The lyre I play: Sing of Latona's glorious boy, Sing of night's queen with crescent born.
Who wings the fleeting months with joy, And swells the corn. And happy brides shall say, "'Twas mine, When years the cyclic season brought, To chant the festal hymn divine By Horace taught."
# The Odes and Carmen Saeculare/Book 4/Part 7

VII.
Diffugere nives.
THE snow is fled: the trees their leaves put on, The fields their green: Earth owns the change, and rivers lessening run Their banks between. Naked the Nymphs and Graces in the meads The dance essay: "No 'scaping death" proclaims the year, that speeds This sweet spring day. Frosts yield to zephyrs; Summer drives out Spring, To vanish, when Rich Autumn sheds his fruits; round wheels the ring,— Winter again! Yet the swift moons repair Heaven's detriment: We, soon as thrust Where good Æneas, Tullus, Ancus went, What are we? dust.
Can Hope assure you one more day to live From powers above? You rescue from your heir whate'er you give The self you love. When life is o'er, and Minos has rehearsed The grand last doom, Hot birth, nor eloquence, nor worth, shall burst Torquatus' tomb. Hot Dian's self can chaste Hippolytus To life recall, Nor Theseus free his loved Pirithous From Lethe's thrall.