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John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.
The writer is the engineer of the human soul.
The writer is the engineer of the human soul.
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure read more
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from read more
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
A soul as white as Heaven.
A soul as white as Heaven.
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus read more
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.]
Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.
Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.
The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.
The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.
