Charles Kingsley: His Letters and Memories of His Life, Volume 2J. F. Taylor, 1900 |
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... seem to depend on physiognomic defects ; but do they really depend upon it ? Is a man's spirit weak because he has a ... seems to throw such tremendous moral responsibility on man , to forbid one's saying ' Poor fellow , it is not his ...
... seem to depend on physiognomic defects ; but do they really depend upon it ? Is a man's spirit weak because he has a ... seems to throw such tremendous moral responsibility on man , to forbid one's saying ' Poor fellow , it is not his ...
Pagina 8
... and the influence of His spirit- what have we like that ? What even was it ? Nobody knows . In one place he seems to look down on it , almost as a form of hysteria - Letters to Mr. Bullar 9 in another to exalt 8 Charles Kingsley.
... and the influence of His spirit- what have we like that ? What even was it ? Nobody knows . In one place he seems to look down on it , almost as a form of hysteria - Letters to Mr. Bullar 9 in another to exalt 8 Charles Kingsley.
Pagina 12
... seems to know anything whatever ; and worse , because I know they would regard me with horror , if they knew that I ... seem to me to do ) to correct those very notions in the rabbis which have descended to us from them , then let us not ...
... seems to know anything whatever ; and worse , because I know they would regard me with horror , if they knew that I ... seem to me to do ) to correct those very notions in the rabbis which have descended to us from them , then let us not ...
Pagina 19
... seem to say that Thou art ? Art Thou a Deus quidam Deceptor , ' after all ? —No . There is something in me- which not my nature , but Thou must have taught me which cries and will cry : Though Thou slay me , as Thou hast slain world on ...
... seem to say that Thou art ? Art Thou a Deus quidam Deceptor , ' after all ? —No . There is something in me- which not my nature , but Thou must have taught me which cries and will cry : Though Thou slay me , as Thou hast slain world on ...
Pagina 35
... seem to me a name . When I think of Mrs. Kingsley and of you I seem to myself to be sitting with you still in those quaint old rooms . Still Maurice comes by with an insect or a flower , or just a general wonder and life in his eyes ...
... seem to me a name . When I think of Mrs. Kingsley and of you I seem to myself to be sitting with you still in those quaint old rooms . Still Maurice comes by with an insect or a flower , or just a general wonder and life in his eyes ...
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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.