Strange Visitors: a Series of Original Papers, Embracing Philosophy, Science, Government ...Henry J. Horn 1869 - 249 pagina's |
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... desire was apprehended and would receive the hearty co - operation of those to whom it was addressed . The process by which the papers were given was that of dictation through the clairvoyant while in an abnormal or trance condition and ...
... desire was apprehended and would receive the hearty co - operation of those to whom it was addressed . The process by which the papers were given was that of dictation through the clairvoyant while in an abnormal or trance condition and ...
Pagina 2
... desire was to get out of the house . Like a boy who must dy his kite , out I would go . I feared I might be caught and taken back if I did not hasten , and moved toward the door . The seams of that door , which I had always thought well ...
... desire was to get out of the house . Like a boy who must dy his kite , out I would go . I feared I might be caught and taken back if I did not hasten , and moved toward the door . The seams of that door , which I had always thought well ...
Pagina 12
... desire was to get out of the house . Like a boy who must fly his kite , out I would go . feared I might be caught and taken back if I did not hasten , and moved toward the door . The seams of that door , which I had always thought well ...
... desire was to get out of the house . Like a boy who must fly his kite , out I would go . feared I might be caught and taken back if I did not hasten , and moved toward the door . The seams of that door , which I had always thought well ...
Pagina 23
... desire to perpetuate their thoughts . Oral communication is too evanescent , and there- fore the dear old books still find a place in the spheres . There are various modes of making these volumes , and the writer may become his own ...
... desire to perpetuate their thoughts . Oral communication is too evanescent , and there- fore the dear old books still find a place in the spheres . There are various modes of making these volumes , and the writer may become his own ...
Pagina 24
... with you . Spirits who have passed into a second life have so nearly approached the mystery of a Divine Being that they do not desire to debate the subject . A large proportion of our writers are devoted to what MARGARET FULM .
... with you . Spirits who have passed into a second life have so nearly approached the mystery of a Divine Being that they do not desire to debate the subject . A large proportion of our writers are devoted to what MARGARET FULM .
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Abraham Lincoln Agnes appeared Artemus Ward artists beautiful become beheld believe beneath birds Bristed Hall broken flowers brother Byron call her dead CHAPTER child close cold companions countenance dark death desire door dream earth earth's atmosphere endeavored entered exclaimed eyes face fancy father fear feel felt flowers FREDERIKA BREMER friends golden hair hand happy hear heart Heaven Henry Clay Herbert human influence inhabitants lady land leave light listened live looked Lord Byron magnetic Margaret Fuller marriage Mary mind Miss Reef morning Napoleon nature never night noble passed planet present pupils rays Richard Bristed seemed side sight smile soft soul spirit world stern brother strange superior wis surprise tell Thackeray thought tion told turned voice W. M. THACKERAY wait walk whispered William Penn woman youth
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Pagina 137 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it :— therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Pagina 137 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Pagina 111 - Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labor, and do all thy work ; but the seventh is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God...
Pagina 161 - With directions for self-culture. A sensible and instructive work, that ought to be in the hands of every one who wishes to be either an agreeable talker or listener.
Pagina 81 - Dead! dead! You call her dead! Oh, speak not thus! her tender heart you grieve, And 'twixt her love and yours a barrier weave! Call her by sweetest name, your voice she'll hear, And through the darkness like a star appear. Dead! dead! You call her dead! Lift up your eyes! she is no longer dead! In your lone path the unseen angels tread! And when your weary night of earth shall close, She'll lead you where eternal summer blows.
Pagina 81 - The shadowy form of Alice never troubled me again, I believe reparation can be made beyond the tomb, and that in some far-off world the new-born spirit of Richard atones to Alice and Herbert for the wrong he did them in this. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO HER HUSBAND. Dead! dead! You call her dead! You cannot see her in her glad surprise, Kissing the tear-drops from your weeping eyes; Moving about you through the ambient air, Smoothing the whitening ripples of your hair. Dead! dead! You call her...
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Pagina 81 - By came a pedlar and his name was Stout And he cut her petticoats all round about ; He cut her petticoats up to her knees, Which made the old woman begin for to freeze.
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Pagina 11 - RETTJKNING one evening from a visit to a friend on earth, I was impelled to take a route with which I was unfamiliar. It led me far beyond the habitations of the city, into an. open country whose surface was diversified by sloping hills and broad valleys. The sun was quite low in the horizon, and dark purple clouds, gathering in the west, indicated an approaching storm. Anxious to reach my spirit-home before such an event, I was nevertheless compelled to keep within the earth's atmosphere. The aspect...