The Life of Monsignor Robert Hugh Benson, Volume 2

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Longmans, Green, 1916
 

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Pagina 3 - Not on the vulgar mass Called " work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Pagina 279 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
Pagina 386 - My house being now at rest. In that happy night, In secret, seen of none, Seeing nought myself, Without other light or guide Save that which in my heart was burning.
Pagina 349 - On the Dance as a Religious Exercise', an account of the Mass as a dramatic dance : The Catholic ... is not ashamed to take his place with the worshippers of Isis and Cybele, with King David, and with the naked Fijean, and to dance with all his might before the Lord. The antiquarian interest culminated in GRS Mead's The Sacred Dance of Jesus (published in The Quest in 1910, but long excogitated). This was Havelock Ellis's chief source, and it is a work of great and curious learning, written in a...
Pagina 349 - ... philosophy this is, and how much better it would be if rich people, instead of raining the influence of their rank and spending their money on leagues for this or that exceptional thing, were to spend it in converting the middle-class to ordinary living and to the tradition of the race. Indeed, if I had power for some thirty years I would see to it that people should be allowed to follow their inbred instincts in these matters, and should hunt, drink, sing, dance, sail, and dig ; and those that...
Pagina 306 - The Mystery He came and took me by the hand Up to a red rose tree, He kept His meaning to Himself But gave a rose to me. I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see. Walter de la Wiar 1873-1956 The Listeners "Is there anybody there?
Pagina 416 - ... dissection, the analysis, of a soul can never be trusted save to reverent hands. Two more examples will show, I think, how closely, how penetratingly he has fulfilled his mission. He speaks thus of characteristics which might well be misinterpreted : There was in Monsignor Benson an instinct which made him "regard even religion somehow as a game, a sport Outrageous as this may sound, I am sure of it.
Pagina 386 - Upon my flowering breast, which I kept wholly for him alone, there he lay sleeping, and I caressing him there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.
Pagina 188 - There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load.
Pagina 353 - SELF THIS is my chiefest torment, that behind This brave and subtle spirit, this swift brain, There sits and shivers, in a cell of pain, A central atom, melancholy, blind, Which is myself: tho...

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