Igdrasil, 1 tomasG. Allen, 1890 The journal of the Ruskin Reading Guild. A magazine of literature, art and social philosophy. |
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... soul . And it is the law of progressive human life that we shall not build in the air but on the already high - storied temple of the thoughts of our ancestors ; in the crannies and under the eaves of which we are meant , for the most ...
... soul . And it is the law of progressive human life that we shall not build in the air but on the already high - storied temple of the thoughts of our ancestors ; in the crannies and under the eaves of which we are meant , for the most ...
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... Soul and Money , " " The Joys and Sorrows ( chiefly sor- rows ) of a Schoolmaster , " and " Ulric the Farm Servant , " are to be had in English ; the " Broom Merchant " ( so charmingly translated and discoursed on in Fors , with that ...
... Soul and Money , " " The Joys and Sorrows ( chiefly sor- rows ) of a Schoolmaster , " and " Ulric the Farm Servant , " are to be had in English ; the " Broom Merchant " ( so charmingly translated and discoursed on in Fors , with that ...
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... souls , the current of whose lives has been changed by them , Mr. Browning became again the object of chief interest . In response to loud calls for a speech , he rose amid enthusiastic cheering and said : - " Gentlemen , the utter ...
... souls , the current of whose lives has been changed by them , Mr. Browning became again the object of chief interest . In response to loud calls for a speech , he rose amid enthusiastic cheering and said : - " Gentlemen , the utter ...
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... soul struggling with itself , he does it with might . Every chapter is a masterpiece in its kind . There are wonderful gleams of moral beauty scattered throughout the book , thoughts and lessons that pierce to the very roots of life ...
... soul struggling with itself , he does it with might . Every chapter is a masterpiece in its kind . There are wonderful gleams of moral beauty scattered throughout the book , thoughts and lessons that pierce to the very roots of life ...
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... soul , and the guidance of its Creator . " - ST . MARK'S REST . THE AIM OF THE GUILD is ( a ) to diffuse a knowledge of the writings of John Ruskin , and of the authors upon whom he looks as his masters ; and ( b ) to promote , by the ...
... soul , and the guidance of its Creator . " - ST . MARK'S REST . THE AIM OF THE GUILD is ( a ) to diffuse a knowledge of the writings of John Ruskin , and of the authors upon whom he looks as his masters ; and ( b ) to promote , by the ...
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