The Works of Charles Kingsley, Volumen 8

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Macmillan, 1888
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Página 394 - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Página 426 - I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, I will confess my transgressions unto the LORD ; and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin.
Página 132 - I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Thro* dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow.
Página 206 - Life is a Jest, and all Things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it.
Página 308 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
Página 386 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Página 423 - And none of them having any better answer to give, they all three went into the church, to see if one could be found there.
Página 54 - Her mother comes out from the cottage door behind, and lays her hand upon the girl's shoulder. The spell is broken; and hiding her face in her hands, Grace bursts into violent weeping. " What are you doing, my poor child, here, in the cold night air?
Página 425 - Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. ' Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.
Página 469 - Madam How and Lady Why ; or, First Lessons in Earth Lore for Children.

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