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... wind had risen and caught me up into another place where there was great light and an impression of vast distances . Hypnotic we should call it to - day ; hypnotic let it be . I can only affirm how , with that single glance from a boy ...
... wind had risen and caught me up into another place where there was great light and an impression of vast distances . Hypnotic we should call it to - day ; hypnotic let it be . I can only affirm how , with that single glance from a boy ...
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... wind among the branches of a tree . And something in me leaped automatically to acknowl- edge the truth I suddenly realised . " Yes , yes ! " I cried , no shyness in me any more , and plunged into myself to seize the flying pictures and ...
... wind among the branches of a tree . And something in me leaped automatically to acknowl- edge the truth I suddenly realised . " Yes , yes ! " I cried , no shyness in me any more , and plunged into myself to seize the flying pictures and ...
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... wind . . . and miles of plain in blue distances far away , the river winding . . . and birds fishing in the shallow places . . . " The picture flashed into my mind . I saw it . I remem- bered it in detail as easily as any childhood ...
... wind . . . and miles of plain in blue distances far away , the river winding . . . and birds fishing in the shallow places . . . " The picture flashed into my mind . I saw it . I remem- bered it in detail as easily as any childhood ...
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... wind stirred in the branches overhead . The tufts of ragwort bent their yellow heads . In the sky there was a curious glow and warmth . A sense of hush pervaded all the air , as though someone had crept close to where we lay and ...
... wind stirred in the branches overhead . The tufts of ragwort bent their yellow heads . In the sky there was a curious glow and warmth . A sense of hush pervaded all the air , as though someone had crept close to where we lay and ...
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... wind . . . fading stars . . . wild - flowers dripping with the dew . • There was fighting , too , galore ; tremendous marches ; signalling by night from the mountain - tops with torches alternately hidden and revealed ; and of sacred ...
... wind . . . fading stars . . . wild - flowers dripping with the dew . • There was fighting , too , galore ; tremendous marches ; signalling by night from the mountain - tops with torches alternately hidden and revealed ; and of sacred ...
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Page 200 - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell : I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, — How long ago I may not know : But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, — I knew it all of yore.
Page 182 - ... do I love thee, but Because Infinity upon thee broods; And thou art full of whispers and of shadows. Thou meanest what the sea has striven to say So long, and yearne'd up the cliffs to tell ; Thou art what all the winds have uttered not, What the still night suggesteth to the heart. Thy voice is like to music heard ere birth, Some spirit lute touched on a spirit sea ; Thy face remembered is from other worlds, It has been died for, though I know not when, It has been sung of, though I know not...
Page 55 - Section 245. these circumstances a form of the belief which was never supported by that religion was not likely to be considered of any importance. And, for some reason, Christians have almost unanimously rejected those theories which placed pre-existence by the side of immortality, although there seems nothing in preexistence incompatible with any of the dogmas which are generally accepted as fundamental to Christianity.
Page 352 - GRIEF. I TELL you hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach.
Page 285 - Of that we have sufficient evidence in this life. And so a man who dies after acquiring knowledge — and all men acquire some — might enter his new life, deprived indeed of his knowledge, but not deprived of the increased strength and delicacy of mind which he had gained in acquiring the knowledge. And, if so, he will be wiser in the second life because of what has happened in the first. Of course he loses something in losing the actual knowledge.
Page 297 - ... form the moral character, and, if this is done, the loss of the memory would be no loss to virtue. Now we cannot doubt that a character may remain determined by an event which has been forgotten. I have forgotten the greater number of the good and evil acts which I have done in my present life. And yet each must have left a trace on my character. And so a man may carry over into his next life the dispositions and tendencies which he has gained by the moral contests of this life, and the value...
Page 82 - We do not know where sentient powers, in the widest sense of the term, begin or end. And there may be disturbances and moods of Nature wherein the very elemental forces approach sentient being, so that, perhaps, mythopceic man has not been altogether a dreamer of dreams. I need not dwell on the striking reflections to which this possibility gives rise ; enough that an idealistic dynamism forces the possibility on our view. If the life of Nature is from time to time, and under special conditions,...
Page 42 - we have no right whatever to speak of really unconscious Nature, but only of uncommunicative Nature, or of Nature whose mental processes go on at such different time-rates from ours that we cannot adjust ourselves to a live appreciation of their inward fluency, although our consciousness does make us aware of their presence.
Page 301 - The gain which the memory of the past gives us here is that the memory of past love for any person can strengthen our present love of him. And this is what must be preserved, if the value of past love is not to be lost.
Page 249 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine...