Maxioms by Charles Kingsley
Grandeur . . . consists in form, and not in size: and to the eye
of the philosopher, the read more
Grandeur . . . consists in form, and not in size: and to the eye
of the philosopher, the curve drawn on a paper two inches long,
is just as magnificent, just as symbolic of divine mysteries and
melodies, as when embodied in the span of some cathedral roof.
A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can read more
A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can trust utterly, who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults.
Oh! that we two were Maying
Down the stream of the soft spring breeze;
Like children with read more
Oh! that we two were Maying
Down the stream of the soft spring breeze;
Like children with violets playing,
In the shade of the whispering trees.
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.
Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.
Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.
