Charles Kingsley ( 10 of 25 )
See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last read more
See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices...
There is a great deal of human nature in man.
There is a great deal of human nature in man.
Three fishers went sailing away to the west,
Away to the west as the sun went down;
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Three fishers went sailing away to the west,
Away to the west as the sun went down;
Each thought on the woman who loved him the best,
And the children stood watching them out of the town.
There are two freedoms - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where read more
There are two freedoms - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where he is free to do what he ought.
The western tide crept up along the sand,
And o'er and o'er the sand,
And round and read more
The western tide crept up along the sand,
And o'er and o'er the sand,
And round and round the sand,
As far as eye could see
The rolling mist came down and hid the land:
And never home came she.
Our wanton accidents take root, and grow
To vaunt themselves God's laws.
Our wanton accidents take root, and grow
To vaunt themselves God's laws.
Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a read more
Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay--
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep,
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For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep,
And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
Young blood must have its course, lad, and every dog its day.
Young blood must have its course, lad, and every dog its day.
One good man, one man who does not put on his religion once a week with his Sunday coat, but read more
One good man, one man who does not put on his religion once a week with his Sunday coat, but wears it for his working dress, and lets the thought of God grow into him, and through and through him, till everything he says and does becomes religious, that man is worth a thousand sermons -- he is a living Gospel -- he comes in the spirit and power of Elias -- he is the image of God. And men see his good works, and admire them in spite of themselves, and see that they are God-like, and that God's grace is no dream, but that the Holy Spirit is still among men, and that all nobleness and manliness is His gift, His stamp, His picture: and so they get a glimpse of God again in His saints and heroes, and glorify their Father who is in heaven.
