The Poetical Works Volume 1-2

The Poetical Works Volume 1-2

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1849 edition. Excerpt: ... is mulcted of all praise. Tell me, ye that strive in vain to cramp and dwarf the soul. Wherefore should it cease to be, and when shall essence die? It is, --and therefore shall be, --till just obstacle opposeth: Show no ante for change, and reason Ie;aneth-to continuance. The body verily shall change; this enrious house we live In Never had continuing stay, but changeth every instant: But the spiritual tenant of the house abideth in unalterable consciousness, He may fly to many lands, but cannot free himself: The soil wherein ye drop the seed, by suns or rains may vary; But the seed is the same; and soul is the seed; and flesh but its anchorage to earth. The machine i, ny be broken, and rust corrode the springs: but can rust feed on motion? Worms nay batten on the brain: but can worms gnaw the mind? Dynamics are, and dwell apart, though matter be not made; Spirit is, and can be separate, though a body wcro not: Power ls one, be it lever, screw, or wedge; but it ncedeth these for illustration: Mind is one. be it causal or ideal: but it is shown in these. The creature is constructed individual, for trial of his reasonable.wilt. Clay nnd soul, commingled wisely, mingled not confused: As power is not in the spring, till somewhat give it action, So, until spirit he infused, the organism lieth inergetic. (. Or shalt thou say that mind is the delicate offspring of matter, The bright consummate flower that must perish with its leaf? Go to: doth weight breed lightness 1 is freedom the atmo-sphere of prisons? When did the body elevate, expand, and bud the mind 1 Lo, a red hot cinder flang from the furnaces of JStna, --There is fire in (hat ash; but did the pnmice m ike it? Nay. cold clod, never canst thou generate a flame, Nay, most exquisite.show more

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  • Paperback | 156 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 290g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236511166
  • 9781236511164