Charles Kingsley: His Letters and Memories of His Life, Volume 2J. F. Taylor, 1900 |
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... preach- ing and his parish work . The old incubus of the Crimean War , after two years ' pressure , was re- moved , and the new one of the Indian Mutiny , which weighed even more heavily upon him from VOL . II . I the thought of the ...
... preach- ing and his parish work . The old incubus of the Crimean War , after two years ' pressure , was re- moved , and the new one of the Indian Mutiny , which weighed even more heavily upon him from VOL . II . I the thought of the ...
Pagina 52
... preached in his own church as distinctly as he did in his " Two Years Ago " ( to those who could read be- tween the lines ) those views on the Intermediate State and the Future Life , which he held sacred to the last , basing his ...
... preached in his own church as distinctly as he did in his " Two Years Ago " ( to those who could read be- tween the lines ) those views on the Intermediate State and the Future Life , which he held sacred to the last , basing his ...
Pagina 53
... preach who could give such a picture of a hunting scene as the one in the opening chapter . " One Sunday he came - while still on crutches - a stranger to Mr. Kings- ley , but soon to become a friend , a constant attendant at church ...
... preach who could give such a picture of a hunting scene as the one in the opening chapter . " One Sunday he came - while still on crutches - a stranger to Mr. Kings- ley , but soon to become a friend , a constant attendant at church ...
Pagina 54
... preach the divineness of the whole manhood , and am content to be called a Muscular Christian , or any other ... preaching for fifteen years himself , he could not tell what the wonder of it was . To the Rector this increasing notoriety ...
... preach the divineness of the whole manhood , and am content to be called a Muscular Christian , or any other ... preaching for fifteen years himself , he could not tell what the wonder of it was . To the Rector this increasing notoriety ...
Pagina 61
... preach in town Sunday , and have three good fellows a dying in my parish , so that I must be at home Monday afternoon . I think the boys will catch nought . The fish will be glutted with the fly , and attendant Naiads pitying , hold ...
... preach in town Sunday , and have three good fellows a dying in my parish , so that I must be at home Monday afternoon . I think the boys will catch nought . The fish will be glutted with the fly , and attendant Naiads pitying , hold ...
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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.