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Our wanton accidents take root, and grow To vaunt themselves God's laws.
Topic: Accident
Author: Charles Kingsley
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.
Topic: Architecture
Author: Charles Kingsley
Young blood must have its course, lad, and every dog its day.
Topic: Blood
Author: Charles Kingsley
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.
Topic: Christianity
Author: Charles Kingsley
Feast of John Vianney, Curè d'Ars, 1859 Continuing a short series of verse on Christ: From Thee all skill and science flow, All pity, care and love, All calm and courage, faith and hope; O pour them from above. And part them, Lord, to each and all, As each and all shall need, To rise like incense, each to Thee, In noble thought and deed. And hasten, Lord, that perfect day When pain and death shall cease, And Thy just rule shall fill the earth With health and light and peace.
Topic: Christianity
Author: Charles Kingsley
He was one of those men who possess almost every gift, except the gift of the power to use them.
Topic: Common Sense
Author: Charles Kingsley
We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.
Topic: Enthusiasm
Author: Charles Kingsley
And we shall be made truly wise if we be content; content, too, not only with what we can understand, but content with what we do not understand--the habit of mind which theologians call--and rightly--faith in God.
Topic: Faith
Author: Charles Kingsley
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.
Topic: Fishermen
Author: Charles Kingsley
Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.
Topic: Heroes
Author: Charles Kingsley
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.
Author: Charles Kingsley
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.
Topic: May
Author: Charles Kingsley
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.
Topic: Past
Author: Charles Kingsley
Possession means to sit astride the world Instead of having it astride of you.
Topic: Possession
Author: Charles Kingsley
"O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee;" The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam And all alone went she.
Topic: Rivers
Author: Charles Kingsley
For science is . . . like virtue, its own exceeding great reward.
Topic: Science
Author: Charles Kingsley
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.
Topic: Tides
Author: Charles Kingsley
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.
Topic: Winter
Author: Charles Kingsley
Tho' we earn our bread, Tom, By the dirty pen, What we can we will be, Honest Englishmen. Do the work that's nearest Though it's dull at whiles, Helping, when we meet them, Lame dogs over stiles.
Topic: Work
Author: Charles Kingsley
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.
Topic: Work
Author: Charles Kingsley
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