Autobiography of a Disembodied SoulVreeland Publishing Company, 1907 - 293 стор. |
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... parrot chatter and carolings and flow of song the livelong day . A wall niche in a further corner constituted a shrine in which gleamed a silver cross bearing an image of the Son of God , and just below 37 TWAIN TRAGEDIES .
... parrot chatter and carolings and flow of song the livelong day . A wall niche in a further corner constituted a shrine in which gleamed a silver cross bearing an image of the Son of God , and just below 37 TWAIN TRAGEDIES .
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... further ado I withdrew from those Cimmerian depths . My curiosity was whetted to an edge . If the mysteries upon which I had stumbled had fathoming , I was minded to not rest until the bottom thereof was sounded . Soon thereafter in my ...
... further ado I withdrew from those Cimmerian depths . My curiosity was whetted to an edge . If the mysteries upon which I had stumbled had fathoming , I was minded to not rest until the bottom thereof was sounded . Soon thereafter in my ...
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... further ado , she was borne through the doorway - struggling , protesting , shriek- ing and carried down the broad steps to the curb . There a barouchet was in waiting to receive her . Before she could be lifted inside she renewed her ...
... further ado , she was borne through the doorway - struggling , protesting , shriek- ing and carried down the broad steps to the curb . There a barouchet was in waiting to receive her . Before she could be lifted inside she renewed her ...
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... . It was for this social derelict that he had lac- erated and would further lacerate the tender hearts of babes , who even then were lying otherwhere on floor or couch with tear stained faces in feverish sleep 86 PUNITIVE JUSTICE .
... . It was for this social derelict that he had lac- erated and would further lacerate the tender hearts of babes , who even then were lying otherwhere on floor or couch with tear stained faces in feverish sleep 86 PUNITIVE JUSTICE .
Сторінка 134
... further tale and reckoning did force my stay behind clouted doors till the moon found another waning . So carry I away thy son in whom this debt giveth me just title and warrant . He is dearer to thee than thy heart - strings , else art ...
... further tale and reckoning did force my stay behind clouted doors till the moon found another waning . So carry I away thy son in whom this debt giveth me just title and warrant . He is dearer to thee than thy heart - strings , else art ...
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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.