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Death, The Ceaseless Tragedy Of Life
A young man in the vigor of his strength was walking slowly out a deserted street of one of our Atlantic seaboard cities.The gray was well streaked up the east. The new day was pushing away the dying night's blackness. But he scarce noticed it, if at all. He was too much taken up with another conflict of light and night, in his spirit.
Those In Touch Of Heart With God
It's the oldest question, that is the oldest tense human question. It has been wrung out in every generation by grief, staring dry-eyed or sobbing, over the sod strip, out into the gray beyond. Our earliest mother knelt broken-hearted by the body of her boy. It was a triple grief with her. Her boy was dead, grief enough that.
Those In Touch Of Heart With God - Part 2
Then there's another thing to be said with some emphasis, and yet said gently. It is said with emphasis because it seems never spoken of. It is said gently because it touches one of the sore spots in our common Christian life. And the touch may make somebody a bit sensitive, and possibly may hurt a bit. Yet the surgeon's knife that cuts is to prepare the way for healing and health.
Others Who Have Died, What Can We Certainly Know About Them
There are others who have died. This distressing fact, but clearly it is a fact.This is a painful story. I shall attempt to point out the bad swings of the pendulum, both ways, and then to point out the truth lying in between. It'll be a painful thing to do.
Can We Have Communication With The Dead?
It is perfectly natural to want to talk with our loved ones who have died. It adds to our grief that we cannot.It's a true human instinct to miss them, and long intensely for them, and to feel lonely in their absence. All this may be kept out of sight, pretty much, under a strong good self-control. But anything else is not natural.
What Is Death?
Death means death of the body. That is the common meaning, the plain everyday meaning. That is the biggest thing we're conscious of. It's the thing we feel most. The body we loved so much lies lifeless. It is laid away under the sod. We do not see it. There is the utter absence of the loved one. The spirit that looked out of the bodily eyes has gone from, us. The break between body and spirit is complete. He is dead.
Salvation After Death?
This is a question of chances. This talk will be a sober thoughtful study of chances. We say that every man should have a fair chance. That is ingrained in us.The Britisher prides himself on his proverbial insistence on fair play. And the American likes to think that that is one of his strongest traits, too.
Florence - The Florence Of Landor
FLORENCE, lying fair under the gleaming amethyst lights of the early spring days of 1821, with the old, gray tower of the Cathedral on the heights of Fiesole silhouetted against a brilliant sky, revealed herself like a dream of enchantment to the vision of Walter Savage Landor.
Florence - From Fiesole To Vallombrosa
ON one of the picturesque hillsides between Florence and Fiesole is the Villa Landor which is said to have been built by Michael Angelo. The lawn before the villa is a large oval plot, guarded by solemn rows of stately, motionless cypress trees that stand like a double row of sentinels, spectral and sombre. A great gate with high, stone pillars opens into the grounds.
Florence - Dew Of Parnassus
FULL of charm and brilliancy was the life of that inner circle in Florence with whom Parnassus was familiar ground, whose social interludes were enjoyed in that scenic Florentine background of incomparable beauty. There was some new excursion for every hour in the day. A happy party would fare forth for the old Boboli gardens and climb the little hill for the view over Florence and the Val d'Arno.
Florence - Idyllic Hours In Florentine Saunterings
What Florence is, the tongue of man or poet may easily fail to describe; the most beautiful of cities, with the golden Arno shot through the heart of her like an arrow, - exquisitely beautiful in its garden-ground of vineyards and olive trees.
Florence - Dream Of Rose Aylmer
Something of this was the dream of Rose Aylmer in the life of Walter Savage Landor, - a girl of seventeen with whom he wandered among garden roses and in shady lanes one summer in his earliest youth ; a girl who lent him a romance from whose pages he derived his idea of the poem of Gebir.
Florence - Imaginary Conversations
IN the entire range of English literature there is nothing, except Shakespeare, so remarkable in dramatic realization of a vast range of widely opposite and widely varying characters as are the Imaginary Conversations of Landor.
Florence - Twilight Of The Gods
THE closing years of Landor's life were a veritable twilight of the gods, shot through with golden rays from the tender courtesies and beautiful kindness of the Brownings and the Storys. Their friendship sustained his last lonely years and made them, indeed, in many ways, the fairest of all his earthly experiences.
Florence - Characteristics Of Landor
IF Walter Savage Landor could be characterized in a phrase, it would be in Walt Whitman's words as a man of endless announcements. For almost seventy years he was an active figure in letters ; his first published work appeared in 1795, when he was a youth of twenty ; his last work was published in 1863, when he was in his eighty-ninth year.
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