Brittan's Journal: Spiritual Science, Literature, Art and Inspiration, Volume 1

Standard Spiritual Library Association, 1873
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 274 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.

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