Charles Kingsley: His Letters and Memoires of His Life, Volum 1

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H.S. King & Company, 1877
 

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Pàgina 16 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Pàgina 436 - Order, courage, return. Eyes rekindling, and prayers, Follow your steps as ye go. Ye fill up the gaps in our files, Strengthen the wavering line, Stablish, continue our march, On, to the bound of the waste. On, to the City of God.
Pàgina 415 - Wash you, make you clean ; Put away the evil of your doings from before my eyes; Cease to do evil; learn to do well; Seek judgment; relieve the oppressed; Judge the fatherless; plead for the widow.
Pàgina 97 - That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith. Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them.
Pàgina 485 - FAREWELL. My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Pàgina 2 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee. "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God.
Pàgina 269 - I was no prophet, neither was I a prophet's son ; but I was an herdman and a gatherer of sycamore fruit ; and the Lord took me as I followed the flock, and the Lord said unto me, Go, prophesy unto my people Israel.
Pàgina 92 - That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears. And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use.
Pàgina 436 - 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.
Pàgina 64 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it!

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