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Do the Dead Still Live?: Or the Testimony of Science Respecting a Future Life
Affichage du livre entier - 1920
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Page 13 - 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 131 - My personal identity, therefore, implies the continued existence of that indivisible thing which I call myself. Whatever this self may be, it is something which thinks, and deliberates, and resolves, and acts, and suffers. I. am not thought, I am not action, I am not feeling ; I am something that thinks, and acts, and suffers.
Page 118 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Page 109 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 125 - Here bring the last gifts ! — and with these The last lament be said ; Let all that pleased, and yet may please, Be buried with the dead. ' Beneath his head the hatchet hide, That he so stoutly swung ; And place the bear's fat haunch beside — The journey hence is long ! ' And let the knife new sharpened be That on the battle-day Shore with quick strokes — he took but three — The foeman's scalp away ! ' The paints that warriors love to use, Place here within his hand, That he may shine with...
Page 174 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 109 - What then is man ! What then is man ! He endures but for an hour, and is crushed before the moth. Yet in the being and in the working of a faithful man is there already (as all faith from the beginning gives assurance) a something that pertains not to this wild death-element of Time ; that triumphs over Time, and is, and will be, when Time shall be no more.
Page 133 - The more thoroughly we comprehend that process of evolution by which things have come to be what they are, the more we are likely to feel that to deny the everlasting persistence of the spiritual element in man is to rob the whole process of its meaning.
Page 133 - The question, then, is reduced to this: Are Man's highest spiritual qualities, into the production of which all this creative energy has gone, to disappear with the rest? Has all this work been done for nothing? Is it all ephemeral, all a bubble that bursts, a vision that fades?