(Eversley edition of Charles Kingsley's novels).

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Стр. 342 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek. He hath filled the hungry with good things : and the rich he hath sent empty away.
Стр. 233 - King for ever and ever, and the heathen are perished out of the land. 19 LORD, thou hast heard the desire of the poor ; thou preparest their heart, and thine ear hearkeneth thereto : 20 To help the fatherless and poor unto their right, that the man of the earth be no more exalted against them.
Стр. ii - And he said unto the disciples, The days will come, when ye shall desire to see one of the days of the Son of man, and ye shall not see it.
Стр. 101 - Was raised by intense pensiveness, . . . two eyes. Two starry eyes, hung in the gloom of thought, And seemed with their serene and azure smiles To beckon him.
Стр. xix - ... strength of a fixed and healthy faith. To the young this book can do no harm ; for it will put into their minds little but what is there already. To the elder it may do good ; for it may teach some of them, as I earnestly hope, something of the real, but too often utterly unsuspected, state of their own children's minds ; something of the reasons of that calamitous estrangement between themselves and those who will succeed them, which is often too painful and oppressive to be confessed to their...
Стр. 344 - Look around you and see what is the characteristic of your country and of your generation at this moment. What a yearning, what an expectation, amid infinite falsehoods and confusions, of some nobler, more chivalrous, more godlike state! Your very costermonger trolls out his belief that "there's a good time coming," and the hearts of gamins, as well as millenarians, answer, "True!
Стр. 364 - Of course they did not expect it They went on saying, " Where is the promise of his coming ? For all things continue as they were from the beginning.
Стр. 203 - You have sold the laboring man, squire, Both body and soul to shame, To pay for your seat in the House, squire, And to pay for the feed of your game. "You made him a poacher yourself, squire, When you'd give neither work nor meat, And your barley-fed hares robbed the garden At our starving children's feet. "When, packed in one reeking chamber, Man, maid, mother, and little ones lay; While the rain pattered in on the rotten bride-bed, And the walls let in the day.
Стр. 203 - We quarrelled like brutes, and who wonders? What self-respect could we keep, Worse housed than your hacks and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep?

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