Strange Visitors: A Series of Original Papers, Embracing Philosophy, Science, Government, Religion, Poetry, Art, Fiction, Satire, Humor, Narrative, and ProphecyHenry J. Horn Carleton, publisher, 1869 - 249 pagina's |
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Strange Visitors: A Series of Original Papers, Embracing Philosophy, Science ... Henry J. Horn Volledige weergave - 1873 |
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Abraham Lincoln Agnes appeared Artemus Ward artists beautiful become beheld Benjamin Franklin birds body Bristed Hall call her dead child Church clairvoyant color condition dark desire door dream earth earth's atmosphere electric endeavored entered evil exclaimed existence eyes face fancy fear feel felt flowers friends globe golden hair hand happy heart heaven Henry Clay Herbert human human voice influence inhabitants intellect lady Lady Blessington land leave light listen live looked Madame magnetic Margaret Fuller marriage Mary ment mind Miss Reef Monsieur Pilot Mormons morning mysterious N. P. WILLIS Napoleon NAPOLEON BONAPARTE nations nature night noble passed peculiar planet present pupils religion replied Richard Bristed Sabbath seemed side sight smile soul spirit world spiritualistic stood strange surprise tell thought tion told uncle voice walk whispered William Penn woman youth
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Pagina 225 - tis no matter; 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 135 - There came by a peddler whose name was Stout, He cut her petticoats all round about ; He cut her petticoats up to her knees, Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.
Pagina 249 - 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. .... I2mo.
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Pagina 133 - 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 61 - ... the stray lambs to the fold. EDGAR A. POE. THE LOST SOUL. Hark the bell! the funeral bell, Calling the soul To its goal. Oh! the haunted human heart, From its idol doomed to part! Yet a twofold being bearing, She and I apart are tearing; She to heaven I to hell! Going, going! Hark the bell! Far in hell, Tolling, tolling. Fiends are rolling, Whitened bones, and coffins reeking Fearful darkness grimly creeping On my soul, My vision searing, She disappearing, Drawn from me By a soul I cannot see,...
Pagina 132 - Vainly your love entombed beneath the ground! Vainly in kirk-yard raise your mournful wail! Your loved is living in some sunnier vale. Dead! dead! You call her dead! You think her gone to her eternal rest, Like some strange bird forever left her nest! Her sweet voice hush'd within the silent grave, While o'er her dust the weeping willows wave. Dead! dead! You call her dead! And yet she lives, and loves! Oh, wondrous truth! In golden skies she breathes immortal youth! Look upward! where the roseate...
Pagina 139 - said I. At this she seemed mighty tickled. "I heerd you speak on those momentous subjects in Liverpool," said she. " And arter that when I read the affectin' account of your death in a strange land, I cried." " Cried ? " said I, " I'm much obleeged to you, but there's nothin
Pagina 138 - As she went on she began to shine like a star, shootin' on through the azure heavens for all the world like a sky-rocket. That put me on my pluck, and I bust out just like a sky-rocket too. My blazers ! If it didn't make my head spin. When I collected my idees, I thought I'd look and see if I resembled a glow-worm behind, and there, by thunder, was a long stream of light, just like the tail of a comet ! I tell you, I felt happy ! She's regenerated me, thought I ; and I, too, am one of the "shining...
Pagina 245 - ... predominance, and he dwell upon that idea to the exclusion of other thoughts, he will attract spirits who fill the air — not organized spiritual beings who inhabit the spirit world, but half-organized beings (polypus) who live in this atmosphere and were originated from the brains and the physical organisms of the inhabitants of the earth; these beings, finding his mind concentrated or magnetized to a point, will effect an entrance. Suppose, for instance the person centres his mind upon the...