Charles Kingsley

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.

We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief
requirements of life, when all that we need to make read more

We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief
requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something
to be enthusiastic about.

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.

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

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

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...