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“... it is a matter of civilizing everyone or not being civilized at all: the decay has always come from a partial civilization.”

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Freya Stark

Freya Stark, born on January 31, 1893, and died on May 9, 1993, was a renowned British explorer. She is best known for her expeditions in the Middle East, where she conducted in-depth research on local culture, history, and geography. more

“What is thy thought? There is no miracle? There is a great one, which thou hast not read, And never shalt escape. Thyself, O man, Thou art the miracle. Ay, thou thyself, Being in the world and of the world, thyself, Hast breathed in breath from Him that made the world. Thou art thy Father's copy of Himself,-- Thou art thy Father's miracle.”

Men World Art Made Father Miracle Breaths Copies Thyself Great Ones

Author:Jean Ingelow

“When I remember something which I had, But which is gone, and I must do without, I sometimes wonder how I can be glad, Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout; It makes me sigh to think on it,--but yet My days will not be better days, should I forget.”

Thinking Should I Can Sometimes Remember Forget Wonder Gone Regret Glad Should I Sigh Sprouts Better Days Remember Something

Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

“I am athirst for God, the living God.”

God

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music within and a song, And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long. I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music that played itself out in aeolian notes: Then was heard, as a far-away bell at long intervals tolled.”

Heart Long Happiness Song Doors Heard My Heart Notes Bells Far Away Echoes Sweetness Intervals

Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

“And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet.”

Wealth Feet Rose Stillness

Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

“O sleep! O sleep! Do not forget me. Sometimes come and sweep, Now I have nothing left, thy healing hand Over the lids that crave thy visits bland, Thou kind, thou comforting one. For I have seen his face, as I desired, And all my story is done. O, I am tired.”

Kind Sometimes Done Stories Hands Faces Left Sleep Forget Healing Tired Comforting Crave Bland Forget Me

Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

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