The philosophy of despair

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P. Elder and M. Shepard, 1902 - Pessimism - 39 pages

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Page 6 - When You and I behind the Veil are past, Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last, Which of our Coming and Departure heeds As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.
Page 6 - There was the Door to which I found no Key; There was the Veil through which I could not see: Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was — and then no more of Thee and Me.
Page 7 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits — and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Page 29 - The City is of Night, but not of Sleep ; There sweet sleep is not for the weary brain ; The pitiless hours like years and ages creep, A night seems termless hell. This dreadful strain Of thought and consciousness which never ceases, Or which some moments' stupor but increases, This, worse than woe, makes wretches there insane.
Page 7 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about : but evermore Came out by the same door...
Page 5 - Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink, And offering his Cup, invite your Soul Forth to your Lips to quaff— you shall not shrink.
Page 29 - Because a cold rage seizes one at whiles To show the bitter old and wrinkled truth Stripped naked of all vesture that beguiles, False dreams, false hopes, false masks and modes of youth...
Page 7 - Yon rising Moon that looks for us again — How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; How oft hereafter rising...
Page 5 - Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest; The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.
Page 24 - Is it so, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer most? That the strongest wander farthest, and more hopelessly are lost ? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain, And the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain ? — " I have many things to tell you, but ye cannot bear them now.

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