Autobiography of a Disembodied SoulVreeland Publishing Company, 1907 - 293 стор. |
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... gold . Here and there were couches and divans richly upholstered , and costly cabinets filled with objects of virtu had place near slender Moorish columns that reached up to the magnificent ceilings . On tables inlaid with turquoise and ...
... gold . Here and there were couches and divans richly upholstered , and costly cabinets filled with objects of virtu had place near slender Moorish columns that reached up to the magnificent ceilings . On tables inlaid with turquoise and ...
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... gold . But candelabrum had no place there , nor lamp nor even feeblest taper , else those windows had re- vealed the chamber's secret held against the world . By the windows rested ample vases of frosted ormolu , whereon exotic plants ...
... gold . But candelabrum had no place there , nor lamp nor even feeblest taper , else those windows had re- vealed the chamber's secret held against the world . By the windows rested ample vases of frosted ormolu , whereon exotic plants ...
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... gold . She , with her arms entwining his neck , fondly returns his gaze , while a joyful radiance overspreads her features . Beneath the twain is a pit whence issue red flames and from it Satan is delineated as slyly peer- ing out at ...
... gold . She , with her arms entwining his neck , fondly returns his gaze , while a joyful radiance overspreads her features . Beneath the twain is a pit whence issue red flames and from it Satan is delineated as slyly peer- ing out at ...
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... disintegration , and portions of its folds have fallen in tatters and rags upon the floor . One arm is partially extended , the other is bent under the bowed head . On the skeletal wrists are bracelets of gold , and 40 TWAIN TRAGEDIES .
... disintegration , and portions of its folds have fallen in tatters and rags upon the floor . One arm is partially extended , the other is bent under the bowed head . On the skeletal wrists are bracelets of gold , and 40 TWAIN TRAGEDIES .
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Monroe Guy Carleton. On the skeletal wrists are bracelets of gold , and loose on the bony fingers gleam rings whose costly stones drink the light then flash it back in flame . A necklace of pearls , half - hidden under the decayed ruff ...
Monroe Guy Carleton. On the skeletal wrists are bracelets of gold , and loose on the bony fingers gleam rings whose costly stones drink the light then flash it back in flame . A necklace of pearls , half - hidden under the decayed ruff ...
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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.