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.

Tho' we earn our bread, Tom,
By the dirty pen,
What we can we will be,
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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.

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.

There are two freedoms - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where read more

There are two freedoms - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where he is free to do what he ought.

There is a great deal of human nature in man.

There is a great deal of human nature in man.