Brittan's Journal: Spiritual Science, Literature, Art and Inspiration, Band 1Standard Spiritual Library Association, 1873 |
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action angels animal Anthropology appear beautiful BELVIDERE body brain Broad Church cause cerebrum character Church claims clairvoyance consciousness Cosmogony dark death divine earnest earth Eginhard elements ether existence experience expression eyes fact faculties faith feeling Fichte fluid force friends hand heart heavens Hebrew Hegel higher honor human idea ignorance immortal influence inspired intelligence interest labor language laws light living look Lucretia Mott manifestations mankind material matter mediumship ment mental metaphysical mind moral motion mystery nations nature never objects observation organs persons phenomena philosophy physical Plato political position present principles produced progress Psychometry pure question reason recognized religion religious Robert Owen scene scientific seemed sense silent forces slavery soul speculation sphere spirit SPIRITUAL SCIENCE Spiritualists Tallmadge thee theology theory things thou thought tion true truth universal Universology vision voice words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 362 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Seite 275 - ALL houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the doorway, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of something moving to and fro.
Seite 274 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Seite 302 - In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless head, — But the Pilgrim ! where is he ? The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest: When summer's throned on high, And the world's warm breast is in verdure drest, Go, stand on the hill where they lie.
Seite 222 - And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well.
Seite 555 - And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions: And also upon the servants and tipon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my Spirit.
Seite 302 - The pilgrim exile — sainted name! The hill, whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea Still lies where he laid his houseless head; — But the pilgrim — where is he?
Seite 45 - Yet am I not cast down. I am weak, yet strong : I murmur not that I no longer see ; Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong, Father Supreme, to Thee.
Seite 276 - Even the doctrine of departed spirits returning to visit the scenes and beings which were dear to them during the body's existence, though it has been debased by the absurd superstitions of the vulgar, in itself is awfully solemn and sublime. However lightly it may be ridiculed, yet the attention involuntarily yielded to it whenever it is made the subject of serious discussion...
Seite 46 - When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from paradise refresh my brow, — That earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime, My being fills with rapture ! waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit ! strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine ; Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, Lit by no skill of mine.