It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
O falling into nought? 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.
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All men think all men mortal, but themselves. If there is a God, man's immortality is certain. If not, Immortality read more
All men think all men mortal, but themselves. If there is a God, man's immortality is certain. If not, Immortality would not be worth having.
Do you believe in immortality? No, and one life is enough for
me.
Do you believe in immortality? No, and one life is enough for
me.
But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, read more
But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love;
The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain
Make Good
Together there we can begin again
In babyhood.
The first step to eternal life, is you have to die.
The first step to eternal life, is you have to die.
A book is the only immortality.
A book is the only immortality.
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
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Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
To desire immortality is to desire the eternal perpetuation of a great mistake
To desire immortality is to desire the eternal perpetuation of a great mistake
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
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The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
No, no, I'm sure,
My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury,
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No, no, I'm sure,
My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury,
Unless it did, though fearfully, espy
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
