The Book of the Future LifeE. Stock, 1900 |
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... present . But the reverse has often proved to be the case . There was little trace of the sadly pensive which some consider the proper attitude to assume toward the future in those wide - awake old poets of a more stirring day . There ...
... present . But the reverse has often proved to be the case . There was little trace of the sadly pensive which some consider the proper attitude to assume toward the future in those wide - awake old poets of a more stirring day . There ...
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... present gross material state our faculties are clouded . When death removes our clay coverings the mystery will be solved . " John Addington Symonds , in his " Life of Shelley , " quotes an incident related by Trelawny to show , as he ...
... present gross material state our faculties are clouded . When death removes our clay coverings the mystery will be solved . " John Addington Symonds , in his " Life of Shelley , " quotes an incident related by Trelawny to show , as he ...
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Pauline W. Roose. O God within my breast , Almighty , ever - present Deity ! Life - that in me has rest , As I undying Life - have power in Thee ! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts : unutterably vain ; Worthless as ...
Pauline W. Roose. O God within my breast , Almighty , ever - present Deity ! Life - that in me has rest , As I undying Life - have power in Thee ! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts : unutterably vain ; Worthless as ...
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... present , or to relinquish the past , looks wistfully onward to a future , in which life may evolve into that state of heavenly fulfilment to which it dimly aspires now . Addison summarises this argument of immortality from man's innate ...
... present , or to relinquish the past , looks wistfully onward to a future , in which life may evolve into that state of heavenly fulfilment to which it dimly aspires now . Addison summarises this argument of immortality from man's innate ...
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... present is too sad and incomplete to answer to our higher selves . It is evidently a struggle then only in vain if it is to end here . Ultimate perfection I believe in . " Writing ( in " The Seaboard Parish " ) of a dream . which had ...
... present is too sad and incomplete to answer to our higher selves . It is evidently a struggle then only in vain if it is to end here . Ultimate perfection I believe in . " Writing ( in " The Seaboard Parish " ) of a dream . which had ...
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Page 131 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 101 - Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
Page 18 - Some kinder casuists are pleased to say In nameless print — that I have no devotion ; But set those persons down with me to pray, And you shall see who has the properest notion Of getting into heaven the shortest way : My altars are the mountains and the ocean, Earth, air, stars — all that springs from the great Whole, Who hath produced, and will receive the soul.
Page 71 - But the Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased.
Page 177 - Ah! when at last we lie with tranced breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys, How weakly understood Thy great commanded good, Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say, 'I will be sorry for their childishness.
Page 217 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
Page 172 - 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.
Page 191 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage. Blood must be my body's balmer; No other balm will there be given; Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer, Travelleth towards the land of heaven...
Page 28 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 68 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.