Hypatia: Or, New Foes with an Old Face. By Charles Kinglsey, Jun. ... Reprinted from "Fraser's Magazine.", Volume 2

Front Cover
J. W. Parker and son, 1853
0 Reviews
Reviews aren't verified, but Google checks for and removes fake content when it's identified

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 55 - As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a, fair woman which is without discretion.
Page 364 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 131 - ... pleasures of the glens of Lebanon, which he shares with his own vine-dressers and slaves, become more precious in his eyes than all his palaces and artificial pomp ; and the man feels that he is in harmony, for the first time in his life, with the universe of God, and with the mystery of the seasons; that within him, as well as without him, the winter is past, and the rain is over and gone ; the flowers appear on the earth, and the voice of the turtle is heard in the land.
Page 29 - ... purifying, regenerative, divine, she sat impotent and doting, the prey of every fresh adventurer, the slave of her own slaves. . . . "And the kings of the earth who had sinned with her, hated the harlot, and made her desolate and naked, and devoured her flesh, and burned her with fire. For God had put into their hearts to fulfil His will, and to agree, and to give their kingdom to the beast, until the words of God should be fulfilled.
Page 277 - God hath chosen the foolish things of this world to confound the wise...
Page 275 - But what went ye out for to see? A man clothed in soft raiment? behold, they that wear soft clothing are in kings
Page 377 - Let him that is without sin among you cast the first stone, whether at Hypatia or Pelagiu.
Page 216 - And behold a woman that was in the city, a sinner, when she knew that he sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment ; and standing behind at his feet, she began to wash his feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.
Page 186 - A dance, in which every motion was a word, and rest as eloquent as motion ; in which every attitude was a fresh motive for a sculptor of the purest school, and the highest physical activity was manifested, not as in the coarser comic pantomimes, in fantastic bounds and unnatural distortions, but in perpetual delicate modulations of a stately and self-restraining grace.

Bibliographic information