Autobiography of a Disembodied SoulVreeland Publishing Company, 1907 - 293 стор. |
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... followed and the anxious Duke gave call : " Ho ! rouse thee , my sleepy Enchantress ! Prithee knowest not thy lover's voice ? Hail and good mor- row to thee , my mavis , my throstle , if thou wilt but let me enter thy cage ! " The only ...
... followed and the anxious Duke gave call : " Ho ! rouse thee , my sleepy Enchantress ! Prithee knowest not thy lover's voice ? Hail and good mor- row to thee , my mavis , my throstle , if thou wilt but let me enter thy cage ! " The only ...
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... followed by the Duke . Pursuing one of a maze of ways that extended on in the gloom they reached , as it seemed , an Erebus into whose yawning led other steps of stone . These they carefully descended and from the foot thereof the group ...
... followed by the Duke . Pursuing one of a maze of ways that extended on in the gloom they reached , as it seemed , an Erebus into whose yawning led other steps of stone . These they carefully descended and from the foot thereof the group ...
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... followed when it again shot past the centre , and thus it continued to oscillate , like some monster pendulum , its arc lessening with each vibration , until ultimately the immense mass hung quietly in equipoise . Anon other bodies from ...
... followed when it again shot past the centre , and thus it continued to oscillate , like some monster pendulum , its arc lessening with each vibration , until ultimately the immense mass hung quietly in equipoise . Anon other bodies from ...
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... Reëntering the room he was followed by two No explanations were made . He pointed towards his wife . She was seated on a sofa with her youngest child on her knee . The other child was playing about the room . The 81 PUNITIVE JUSTICE .
... Reëntering the room he was followed by two No explanations were made . He pointed towards his wife . She was seated on a sofa with her youngest child on her knee . The other child was playing about the room . The 81 PUNITIVE JUSTICE .
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... followed innumerable throngs of singers with voices more melodious than the music of sphered maestros of the Infinite Deeps . The singers and instrumentalists wore robes lustrous as nacre and of tissue finer than byssus and soft as ...
... followed innumerable throngs of singers with voices more melodious than the music of sphered maestros of the Infinite Deeps . The singers and instrumentalists wore robes lustrous as nacre and of tissue finer than byssus and soft as ...
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Сторінка 190 - As the partridge sitteth on eggs, and hatcheth them not; so he that getteth riches, and not by right, shall leave them in the midst of his days, and at his end shall be a fool.
Сторінка 237 - O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith ' knows not ; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from ' God and to God. " We are such stuff ' As Dreams are made of, and our little life ' Is rounded with a sleep !"
Сторінка 14 - All goes to show that the soul in man is not an organ, but animates and exercises all the organs; is not a function, like the power of memory, of calculation, of comparison, — but uses these as hands and feet ; is not a faculty, but a...
Сторінка 236 - I feel in myself the future life. I am like a forest which has been more than once cut down. The new shoots are stronger and livelier than ever. I am rising, I know, toward the sky. The sunshine is on my head. The earth gives me its generous sap, but heaven lights me with the reflection of unknown worlds.
Сторінка 237 - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wildthundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quick-succeeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth; then plunge again into the Inane. Earth's mountains are levelled, and her seas filled up, in our passage...
Сторінка 236 - The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet simple. It is a fairy tale, and it is history.
Сторінка 214 - Sir Charles Lee, by his first lady, had only one daughter, of which she died in childbirth ; and when she was dead, her sister, the Lady Everard, desired to have the education of the child ; and she was by her very well educated, till she was marriageable, and a match was concluded for her with Sir William Perkins, but was then prevented in an extraordinary manner. Upon a Thursday night...
Сторінка 215 - ... body, notwithstanding the lady would needs have her let blood, which was done accordingly ; and when the young woman had patiently let them do what they would with her, she desired that the chaplain might be called to read prayers, and when prayers were ended she took her guitar and...
Сторінка 14 - Ineffable is the union of man and God in every act of the soul. The simplest person, who in his integrity worships God, becomes God; yet forever and ever the influx of this better and universal self is new and unsearchable.
Сторінка 236 - I have been writing my thoughts in prose and verse: history, philosophy, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode, and song, — I have tried all. But I feel I have not said the thousandth part of what is in me. When I go down to the grave, I can say, like so many others, " I have finished my day's work;" but I cannot say, "I have finished my life.