Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
A. P. Barton Antioch asked beautiful believe Bible bless Blynken body born called child Christ Christian church Cife cloth consciousness copy dated the Bible death disease Divine Divine Science doctors earth Edgware Road Elohim eyes fear feel flowers give hack harmony heart Herod Agrippa hirth human idea ideal Infinite Jesus Josephine Barton Journal Kansas City learned lectures lesson letter light live look Lord Lystra magazine manifest means ment Mental Science metaphysical mind Missouri monthly Moses mother nature ness never OCCULT old mortal ostrich papa paper Paul perfect person Peter physical Pisidia preach resurrection School sick soul spirit subscriber subscription sweet teaching tell thee things tion told treatment true Truth Weltmer William Walker Atkinson wisdom wonderful words write
Seite 212 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb By the door of a legended tomb; And I said - 'What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
Seite 146 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest 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 at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
Seite 211 - But our thoughts they were palsied and sere Our memories were treacherous and sere For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year (Ah, night of all nights in the year!) We noted not the dim lake of Auber (Though once we had journeyed down here) Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Seite 212 - In terror she spoke, letting sink her Wings till they trailed in the dust — In agony sobbed, letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust — Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.
Seite 212 - She revels in a region of sighs : She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion To point us the path to the skies, To the Lethean peace of the skies; Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes, Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes.
Seite 80 - And there followed him a certain young man, having a linen cloth cast about his naked body: and the young men laid hold on him. 52. And he left the linen cloth, and fled from them naked.
Seite 215 - And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer ; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.
Seite 210 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Seite 265 - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe— Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!