Charles Kingsley: His Letters and Memories of His Life, Volume 2J. F. Taylor, 1900 |
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Pagina 5
... feeling part of the brain at work . It is sad to see how much faults of character seem to depend on physiognomic defects ; but do they really depend upon it ? Is a man's spirit weak because he has a poor jaw , and a small back to his ...
... feeling part of the brain at work . It is sad to see how much faults of character seem to depend on physiognomic defects ; but do they really depend upon it ? Is a man's spirit weak because he has a poor jaw , and a small back to his ...
Pagina 13
... feel as I never felt before , that Protestantism is the religion of this life especially , and that I have been heeding the future to the neglect of the living present . Many a day of late , thinking of you , I have gone on deck to my ...
... feel as I never felt before , that Protestantism is the religion of this life especially , and that I have been heeding the future to the neglect of the living present . Many a day of late , thinking of you , I have gone on deck to my ...
Pagina 23
... feel ' homey ' wherever I be . plan would be this .. My There is no inn in Snowdon which is not awful dear , Excepting Pen - y - gwrydd ( you can't pronounce it , dear ) , Which standeth in the meeting of noble valleys three . One is ...
... feel ' homey ' wherever I be . plan would be this .. My There is no inn in Snowdon which is not awful dear , Excepting Pen - y - gwrydd ( you can't pronounce it , dear ) , Which standeth in the meeting of noble valleys three . One is ...
Pagina 34
... feel for all their kindness , ' t is we not they are Owen ! T. H. T. T. C. K. Nos tres in uno juncti hos fecimus versiculos ; Tomas piscator pisces qui non cepi sed pisciculos , Tomas sciagraphus , sketches qui non feci nisi ridiculos ...
... feel for all their kindness , ' t is we not they are Owen ! T. H. T. T. C. K. Nos tres in uno juncti hos fecimus versiculos ; Tomas piscator pisces qui non cepi sed pisciculos , Tomas sciagraphus , sketches qui non feci nisi ridiculos ...
Pagina 40
... feeling human being , within the sanctuary of his own heart , unveiled only to one on earth , and to his Father in Heaven . And when he came out of his study in the morning , and met his children and guests at breakfast , he would greet ...
... feeling human being , within the sanctuary of his own heart , unveiled only to one on earth , and to his Father in Heaven . And when he came out of his study in the morning , and met his children and guests at breakfast , he would greet ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 350 - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Pagina 98 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : ' O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.
Pagina 36 - That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 400 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound : Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Pagina 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.