Charles Kingsley Quotes About Earth

Quotes about: Earth

• See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices.

  Charles Kingsley

  Easter, Sleep, Winter

  Charles Kingsley (2008). “Andromeda and Other Poems: Easyread Super Large 20pt Edition”, p.229, ReadHowYouWant.com

• 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.

  Charles Kingsley

  Birthday, Romantic, Past

  Charles Kingsley, Frances Eliza Kingsley (2011). “Charles Kingsley, His Letters and Memories of His Life”, p.461, Cambridge University Press

• 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.

  Charles Kingsley

  Spring, Grief, Kissing

  Charles Kingsley (2008). “The Saint's Tragedy: Easyread Super Large 18pt Edition”, p.138, ReadHowYouWant.com

• So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.

  Charles Kingsley

  Dream, Men, Earth

  Charles Kingsley (1848). “Politics for the People”, p.30

• And how high is Christ's cross? As high as the highest heaven, and the throne of God, and the bosom of the Father that bosom out of which forever proceed all created things. Ay, as high as the highest heaven! for if you will receive it when Christ hung upon the cross, heaven came down on earth, and earth ascended into heaven.

  Charles Kingsley

  Father, Forever, Heaven

  Charles Kingsley (1859). “The Good News of God: Sermons”, p.147

• Do what thou dost as if the earth were heaven, and thy last day the day of judgment.

  Charles Kingsley

  Heaven, Earth, Lasts

• Gradually the sunken land begins to rise again, and falls perhaps again, and rises again after that, more and more gently each time, till as it were the panting earth, worn out with the fierce passions of her fiery youth, has sobbed herself to sleep once more, and this new world of man is made.

  Charles Kingsley

  Fall, Passion, Sleep

  Charles Kingsley (1860). “New miscellanies”, p.315

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