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We ought to reverence books, to look at them as useful and mighty things. If they are good and true, whether they are about religion or politics, farming, trade, or medicine, they are the message of Christ, the maker of all things, the teacher of all truth.
We shall be made truly wise if we be made 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 its God.
What right has any free, reasonable soul on earth to sell himself for a shilling a day to murder any man, right or wrong, even his own brother or his own father, just because such a whiskered, profligate jackanapes as that officer, without learning, without any good except his own looking-glass and his opera-dancer,--a fellow who, just because he was born a gentleman, is set to command gray-headed men before he can command his own meanest passions. Good heavens! that the lives of free men should be intrusted to such a stuffed cockatoo; and that free men should be such traitors to their own flesh and blood as to sell themselves, for a shilling a day and the smirks of the nursery-maids, to do that fellow's bidding.
Whatever may be the mysteries of life and death, there is one mystery which the cross of Christ reveals to us, and that is the infinite and absolute goodness of God. Let all the rest remain a mystery so long as the mystery of the cross of Christ gives us faith for all the rest.
Wherever is love and loyalty, great purposes and lofty souls, even though in a hovel or a mine, there is fairyland.
Young blood must have its course, lad, and every dog its day.
Be good . . . and let who will be clever.
- A Farewell [Goodness]
As we pledge the health of our general, who fares as rough as we,
What can daunt us, what can turn us, led to death by such as he?
- A March [Soldiers]
I am a Cockney among Cockneys.
- Alton Locke [Books (First Lines)]
High in the home of the summers, the seats of the happy immortals,
Shrouded in knee-deep blaze, unapproachable; there ever youthful
Hebe, Harmonie, and the daughter of Jove, Aphrodite,
Whirled in the white-linked dance, with the gold-crowned Hours and Graces.
- Andromeda [Gods]
The world goes up and the world goes down,
And the sunshine follows the rain;
And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown
Can never come over again,
No, never come over again.
- Dolcino to Margaret [Change : World]
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long;
And so make Life, and Death, and that For Ever,
One grand sweet song.
- Farewell, version in ed. of 1889
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them all day long;
And so make life, death, and that vast forever,
One grand, sweet song.
- Farewell--To C.E.G. [Goodness]
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.
- Health and Education On Bio-Geology
For science is . . . like virtue, its own exceeding great reward.
- Health and Education--Science [Science]
To be discontented with the divine discontent, and to be ashamed with the noble shame, is the very germ of the first upgrowth of all virtue.
- Health and Education--The Science of Health
In the four hundred and thirteenth year of the Christian era, some three hundred miles above Alexandria, the young monk Philammon was sitting on the edge of a low range of inland cliffs, crested with drifting sand.
- Hypatia [Books (First Lines)]
Tho' we earn our bread, Tom,
By the dirty pen,
What we can we will be,
Do the work that's nearest
Though it's dull at whiles,
Helping, when we meet them,
Lame dogs over stiles.
to Thomas Hughes inviting him and Tom Taylor to go fishing, see "Memoirs of Kingsley" by his wife, ch. XV
Down and back at day dawn,
Tramp from lake to lake,
Washing brain and heart clean
Every step we take.
Leave to Robert Browning
Beggars, fleas, and vines;
Leave to mournful Ruskin
Dirty stones of Venice,
And his gas lamps seven,
We've the stones of Snowdon
And the lamps of heaven.
- Letters and Memories,
(edited by Mrs. Kingsley) [Fishing]
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.
- Life (vol. II, ch. XXVIII) [Past]
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.
- Prose Idylls--My Winter Garden
Changeless march the stars above,
Changeless morn succeeds to even;
And the everlasting hills,
Changeless watch the changeless heaven.
- Saint's Tragedy (act II, sc. 2)
Our wanton accidents take root, and grow
To vaunt themselves God's laws.
- Saint's Tragedy (act II, sc. 4) [Accident]
Ay, marriage is the life-long miracle,
The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh.
- Saint's Tragedy (act II, sc. 9)
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.
- Saint's Tragedy (act II, sc. 9) [May]
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