Charles Kingsley ( 10 of 25 )
Tho' we earn our bread, Tom,
By the dirty pen,
What we can we will be,
read more
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.
And we shall be made truly wise if we be content; content, too,
not only with what we can read more
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.
Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a read more
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.
Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of read more
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.
Oh! that we two were Maying
Down the stream of the soft spring breeze;
Like children with read more
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.
Three fishers went sailing away to the west,
Away to the west as the sun went down;
read more
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.
A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can read more
A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can trust utterly, who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults.
Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.
Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.
Possession means to sit astride the world
Instead of having it astride of you.
Possession means to sit astride the world
Instead of having it astride of you.
Young blood must have its course, lad, and every dog its day.
Young blood must have its course, lad, and every dog its day.
