EssaysMacmillan, 1896 - 312 էջ |
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... them being Bishop King of Chichester . But when this society was declared treasonous , he retired again to Eton to the same faithful friends , the Dickensons , the house being called his own lest the accusa- tion 14 John Hales.
... them being Bishop King of Chichester . But when this society was declared treasonous , he retired again to Eton to the same faithful friends , the Dickensons , the house being called his own lest the accusa- tion 14 John Hales.
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Arthur Christopher Benson. the house being called his own lest the accusa- tion of harbouring malignants should fall on the real owner . A charming contemporary description of him at this date is left by John Aubrey , the antiquary , who ...
Arthur Christopher Benson. the house being called his own lest the accusa- tion of harbouring malignants should fall on the real owner . A charming contemporary description of him at this date is left by John Aubrey , the antiquary , who ...
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... tion abound in quaint little unexpected turns and capricious illustrations ; he had one of those figurative minds that love to express one idea in the terms of another , and see unexpected and felicitous connections . His sermons are ...
... tion abound in quaint little unexpected turns and capricious illustrations ; he had one of those figurative minds that love to express one idea in the terms of another , and see unexpected and felicitous connections . His sermons are ...
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... tion he gathered out of accumulated papers— he wrote nothing else in that kind . Nay , he was so austere , that he had suppressed many sheets in the first edition , because there was a dash of coarseness which had somehow invaded their ...
... tion he gathered out of accumulated papers— he wrote nothing else in that kind . Nay , he was so austere , that he had suppressed many sheets in the first edition , because there was a dash of coarseness which had somehow invaded their ...
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... the beginning . A clever man in a very great position , without a touch of generosity or affec- tion in his nature , is for the educational experi- mentalist an impossible pupil ; but though we cannot trace. A Minute Philosopher 25.
... the beginning . A clever man in a very great position , without a touch of generosity or affec- tion in his nature , is for the educational experi- mentalist an impossible pupil ; but though we cannot trace. A Minute Philosopher 25.
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Էջ 277 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn.
Էջ 212 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Էջ 196 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Էջ 104 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Էջ 169 - Felpham is a sweet place for study, because it is more spiritual than London. Heaven opens here on all sides her golden gates : her windows are not obstructed by vapours ; voices of celestial inhabitants are more distinctly heard and their forms more distinctly seen ; and my cottage is also a shadow of their houses.
Էջ 103 - THERE is a bird, who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow; A great frequenter of the church, Where bishoplike he finds a perch, And dormitory too. Above the steeple shines a plate, That turns and turns, to indicate From what point blows the weather. Look up— your brains begin to swim, 'Tis in the clouds— that pleases him, He chooses it the rather.
Էջ 75 - Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Էջ 281 - In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign: In the bleak mid-winter A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty Jesus Christ.
Էջ 274 - BIRTHDAY. My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot ; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea ; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me.
Էջ 287 - Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. She cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain ; She cannot feel the rain Upon her hand. Rest, rest, for evermore Upon a mossy shore ; Rest, rest at the heart's core Till time...