The Works of Charles Kingsley ...: Letters and memoriesJ.D. Morris, 1899 |
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Alton Locke Barnack beautiful believe Bible blessed Cambridge Charles Kingsley Chartist child cholera Christ Christian Christian Socialist Church Church of England Clovelly dear deep delight doctrine duty earth England eternal Eversley evil eyes faith fancy Father fear feel fish give glorious God's ground happy hear heart heaven Helston High Church Holne Holy hope human Hypatia Kingsley's knew labor lectures letter live look Lord man's Manichæan Manichæism marriage matter Maurice mean mind moral morning nature never night noble once parish Pen-y-gwryd person Pimperne poor pray prayer preached Prince Consort Rectory seemed sense sermons soul speak spirit Sunday talk teach tell thank things Thomas Cooper Thou thought tion true truth walk whole wife wish wonderful words write Yeast
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الصفحة 260 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
الصفحة 325 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
الصفحة 252 - Or the unseen genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high-embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
الصفحة 327 - Who although he be God and Man, yet he is not two but one Christ; one, not by conversion of the godhead into flesh, but by taking of the manhood into God; one altogether, not by confusion of substance, but by unity of Person.
الصفحة 366 - Then, in such hour of need Of your fainting, dispirited race, Ye, like angels, appear, Radiant with ardour divine ! Beacons of hope, ye appear! Languor is not in your heart, Weakness is not in your word, Weariness not on your brow.
الصفحة 36 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.
الصفحة 211 - Still thou turnedst, and still Beckonedst the trembler, and still Gavest the weary thy hand. If, in the paths of the world, Stones might have wounded thy feet, Toil or dejection have tried Thy spirit, of that we saw Nothing!— to us thou wert still Cheerful, and helpful, and firm!
الصفحة 400 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name ; I am all unrighteousness ; False, and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
الصفحة 252 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light: There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
الصفحة 71 - O Lord, in thee have I trusted : let me never be confounded.