The Life of Edward White Benson: Sometimes Archbishop of Canterbury, Volume 1

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Page 338 - ... instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.
Page 571 - For our rejoicing is this, the testimony of our conscience, that in simplicity and godly sincerity, not with fleshly wisdom, but by the grace of God, we have had our conversation in the world, and more abundantly to you- ward.
Page iii - For unto you it is given in the behalf of Christ, not only to believe on him, but also to suffer for his sake; 30 Having the same conflict which ye saw in me, and now hear to be in me.
Page 110 - God, according to thy name, so is thy praise unto the world's end : thy right hand is full of righteousness.
Page 120 - ... greater is he that is in them than he that is in the world...
Page 142 - The Moon above, the Church below, A wondrous race they run, But all their radiance, all their glow, Each borrows of its Sun. The Saviour lends the light and heat That crowns his holy hill ; The saints, like stars, around his seat, Perform their courses still.
Page 453 - This is the stone which was set at nought of you builders, which is become the head of the corner. Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.
Page 327 - Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint, Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point: Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Page 62 - No, indeed: but an obscure, harmless man; a man in poor clothes, his loins usually girt in a coarse gown, or canonical coat; of a mean stature, and stooping, and yet more lowly in the thoughts of his soul; his body worn out, not with age, but study and holy mortifications; his face full of heat-pimples, begot by his unactivity and sedentary life.
Page 114 - I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree ; For sure then I should grow To fruit or shade : at least some bird would trust Her household to me, and I should be just.

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