Charles Kingsley

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...

Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of read more

Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past so long as
there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.

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.

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.

For science is . . . like virtue, its own exceeding great reward.

For science is . . . like virtue, its own exceeding great reward.