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Portrait of Jean Paul Jean Paul Tales of Humour and Romance (1829)

Eugenius awoke on high, the earth still stood glimmering in the clear sky—his heart palpitated, his eye burned with a tear which had never yet fallen upon the moon.—Rosamond awoke below, and a large warm dew-drop hung in a flower upon her bosom; the sultry cloud of her soul had fallen down in a soft shower of tears, her heart became light and sunny, her eye hung softly on the dawning sky, the world was strange to her, but not hateful, and her hands moved as if they beckoned on those that were dead.
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Portrait of Jean Paul Jean Paul Tales of Humour and Romance (1829)

Break up, oh Moon, that I may see the land where he dwells Rise up Elysium, that I may imagine I behold in thee the place in which his soul resides.—Oh child—my darling child,—knowest thou me—heardest thou me,—hast thou found a countenance as lovely as thine own above—a face as fair?—oh thou cherub's lip, thou cherub's eye!—Alas, there is now no spirit stirring within!
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Portrait of Jean Paul Jean Paul Tales of Humour and Romance (1829)

Along with the angel of the last hour, to whom we give the harsh name of Death, there comes another, the tenderest and most benevolent of spirits, who gently lifts the sinking soul of man, and transports it in his fostering hands unhurt, from its cold receptacle on earth into its warm abode in heaven. His brother is the angel of the first hour, who kisses man twice,—first, when he begins this life, and again, when he awakens to the joys of immortality, and enters smiling into the other life, as he came weeping into this.
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