The Proofs of Life After Death: A Twentieth Century Symposium; an Assembly and Collation of Letters and Expressions from Eminent Scientists and Thinkers of the World, Giving the Strongest and Best Reasons Known to the World Today, as Substantial Evidence of the Continued Existence of the Soul After DeathRobert John Thompson R.J. Thompson, 1902 - 365 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
absolute Alfred Russel Wallace animals appear argument atoms become believe body brain called cause cerned clairvoyance cognition communication conception conclusion consciousness continued existence conviction Crookes death demonstration doubt earth ence energy eternal ether evidence evolution excarnate experience F. W. H. Myers fact faculties feel force function future higher human soul hypothesis Hyslop immanent immortality individual inductive infinite inquiry intel intelligence investigation Katie Katie King knowledge known living manifestations material matter means medium mediumship ment mental Mentation mind Miss Cook motion nature never objective observation organism perfect personal identity phenom phenomena philosophers physical Piper planet Plato possible present Prof proof Psychical Research psychology question race reality reason result scientific sciousness seems senses Sir William Crookes Society for Psychical soul spiritual spiritualistic substance taxonomic telepathy theory things thought tion to-day trance true truth universe
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Página 198 - 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.
Página 137 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Página 191 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Página 198 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Página 192 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Página 198 - If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy. But when, or where ? — This world was made for Caesar.
Página 312 - And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
Página 261 - For tho from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
Página 266 - Oft may the spirits of the dead descend To watch the silent slumbers of a friend ; To hover round his evening walk unseen, And hold sweet converse on the dusky green ; To hail the spot where first their friendship grew, And heaven and nature opened to their view...
Página 274 - 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 naught?