The Philosophy of Mystery

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Harper & brothers, 1845 - 442 頁
 

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第 63 頁 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch the gushing wound : The Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, "In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying...
第 379 頁 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
第 12 頁 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
第 223 頁 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, — past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream.
第 149 頁 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
第 231 頁 - I do not suppose, that the soul, in these instances, is entirely loose and unfettered from the body : it is sufficient, if she is not so far sunk, and immersed in matter, nor entangled and perplexed in her operations, with such motions of blood and spirits, as when she actuates the machine in its waking hours. The corporeal union is slackened enough to give the mind more play. The soul seems gathered within herself, and recovers that spring which is broke and weakened, when she operates more in concert...
第 67 頁 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
第 275 頁 - A mob of cobblers, and a court of kings: Light fumes are merry, grosser fumes are sad: Both are the reasonable soul run mad: And many monstrous forms in sleep we see, That neither were, nor are, nor e'er can be. Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind, Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind. The nurse's legends are for truths received, And the man dreams but what the boy believed.
第 188 頁 - Know'st thou the' importance of a soul immortal : Behold this midnight glory: worlds on worlds! Amazing pomp; redouble this amaze! Ten thousand add; and twice ten thousand more; Then weigh the whole ; one soul outweighs them all, And calls the' astonishing magnificence Of unintelligent creation poor.
第 90 頁 - ... heart-breaking partings, and then — everlasting farewells! And with a sigh, such as the caves of Hell sighed when the incestuous mother uttered the abhorred name of death, the sound was reverberated — everlasting farewells! And again and yet again reverberated — everlasting farewells! And I awoke in struggles, and cried aloud — "I will sleep no more.

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