 | United States. Congress - 1939 - 140 pages
...Immortality of the Soul in his hand and a drawn sword on the table before him: Plato, thou reasonest well) Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire....this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling Into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? "Its the divinity that stirs... | |
 | United States. Congress - 1939 - 114 pages
...Immortality of the Soul in his hand and a drawn sword on the table before him: Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire....this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling Into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? "Tis the divinity that stirs... | |
 | United States. Congress - 1939 - 140 pages
...Immortality of the Soul in his hand and a drawn sword on the table before him: Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,...this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? Tls the divinity that stirs... | |
 | United States. 76th Congress, 1st sess., 1939 - 1939 - 116 pages
...Immortality of the Soul in his hand and a drawn sword on the table before him: Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,...this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling Into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? Tls the divinity that stirs... | |
 | 1944 - 616 pages
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 | John Anthony O'Brien - 1946 - 458 pages
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 | 1948 - 556 pages
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 | Ralph Louis Woods - 1950 - 744 pages
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IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles... 
