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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We feel and know that we are eternal.
We feel and know that we are eternal.
We do not know what to do with this short life, yet we want another which will be eternal.
We do not know what to do with this short life, yet we want another which will be eternal.
All men's souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine.
All men's souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine.
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.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she
enthrones him in the heavens.
[Lat., Dignum read more
The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she
enthrones him in the heavens.
[Lat., Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori;
Coelo Musa beat.]
The belief in immortality has always seemed cowardly to me. When very young I learned that all things die, and read more
The belief in immortality has always seemed cowardly to me. When very young I learned that all things die, and all that we wish of good must be won on this earth or not at all.
