The Drama of Love and Death: A Study of Human Evolution and Transfiguration. Edward Carpenter

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066250010

Table of Contents

       The Delphian Sibyl

       CHAPTER I INTRODUCTORY

       CHAPTER II THE BEGINNINGS OF LOVE

       CHAPTER III LOVE AS AN ART

       CHAPTER IV ITS ULTIMATE MEANINGS

       CHAPTER V THE ART OF DYING

       II. PSYCHICAL

       CHAPTER IV THE PASSAGE OF DEATH

       NOTE TO CHAPTER VI

       CHAPTER VII IS THERE AN AFTER-DEATH STATE?

       CHAPTER VIII THE UNDERLYING SELF

       NOTE TO CHAPTER VIII ON TRANCE-PHENOMENA

       CHAPTER IX SURVIVAL OF THE SELF

       CHAPTER X THE INNER OR SPIRITUAL BODY

       CHAPTER XI ON THE CREATION AND MATERIALIZATION OF FORMS

       CHAPTER XII REINCARNATION

       CHAPTER XIII THE DIVINE SOUL

       CHAPTER XIV THE RETURN JOURNEY

       CHAPTER XV THE MYSTERY OF PERSONALITY

       CHAPTER XVI CONCLUSION

       APPENDIX

       SUMMARY OF CHAPTER II

The Delphian Sibyl

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      (On her mountain-slope overlooking the Earth)

      The coastline ranges far, the skies unfold;

       The mountains rise in glory, stair on stair;

      The darting Sun seeks Daphne as of old

       In thickets dark where laurel blooms are fair.

      The ancient sea, deep wrinkled, ever young,

       With salt lip kisses still the silver strand;

      In caverns dwell the Nymphs, their loves among,

       And Titans still with strange fire shake the land.

      A thousand generations here have come,

       And wandered o’er these hills, and faced the light;

      A thousand times slight man from mortal womb

       Has leapt, and lapsed again into the night.

      Here tribesmen dwelt, and fought, and curst their star,

       And scoured both land and sea to sate their needs;

      Prophetic eyes of youth gazed here afar,

       With lips half open brooding on great deeds.

      Nor dreamed each little mortal of the Past,

       Nor the deep sources of his life divined,

      Watching his herds, or net in ocean cast,

       Deaf to th’ ancestral voices down the wind;

      Nor guessed what strange sweet likenesses should rise,

       Selves of himself, far in the future years,

      With his own soul within their sunlit eyes,

       And in their hearts his secret hopes and fears.

      Yet I—I saw. Yea, from my lofty stand

       I saw each life continuous extend

      Beyond its mortal bound, and reach a hand

       To others and to others without end.

      I saw the generations like a river

       Flow down from age to age, and all the vast

      Complex of human passion float and quiver—

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