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... EVERLASTING NO . VIII . CENTRE OF INDIFFERENCE İX . THE EVERLASTING YEA X. PAUSE · 82 92 · 102 · IIO • 117 • • 126 • 136 CHAP . BOOK III . I. INCIDENT IN MODERN HISTORY.
... EVERLASTING NO . VIII . CENTRE OF INDIFFERENCE İX . THE EVERLASTING YEA X. PAUSE · 82 92 · 102 · IIO • 117 • • 126 • 136 CHAP . BOOK III . I. INCIDENT IN MODERN HISTORY.
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... Everlasting , or as we say , Wandering Jew . To the most , indeed , he had become not so much a Man as a Thing ; which Thing doubtless they were accustomed to see , and with satisfaction ; but no more thought of accounting for than for ...
... Everlasting , or as we say , Wandering Jew . To the most , indeed , he had become not so much a Man as a Thing ; which Thing doubtless they were accustomed to see , and with satisfaction ; but no more thought of accounting for than for ...
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... everlasting barren simper ; in the smile of others lies a cold glitter as of ice : the fewest are able to laugh , what can be called laughing , but only sniff and titter and snigger from the throat outwards ; or at best , produce some ...
... everlasting barren simper ; in the smile of others lies a cold glitter as of ice : the fewest are able to laugh , what can be called laughing , but only sniff and titter and snigger from the throat outwards ; or at best , produce some ...
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... everlasting Now ? Think well , thou too wilt find that Space is but a mode of our human Sense , so likewise Time ; there is no Space and no Time : WE ' are we know not what ; -light - sparkles floating in the æther ' or Deity ! " " ' So ...
... everlasting Now ? Think well , thou too wilt find that Space is but a mode of our human Sense , so likewise Time ; there is no Space and no Time : WE ' are we know not what ; -light - sparkles floating in the æther ' or Deity ! " " ' So ...
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... Everlasting Night , or rather of the Everlasting Day , through which my mortal eye and outstretched arms ' need not strive to reach ? Alas , I know not , and in vain vex myself to know . More than once , heart - deluded , have I taken ...
... Everlasting Night , or rather of the Everlasting Day , through which my mortal eye and outstretched arms ' need not strive to reach ? Alas , I know not , and in vain vex myself to know . More than once , heart - deluded , have I taken ...
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Side 185 - Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane ; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane. Earth's mountains are levelled, and her seas filled up, in our passage ; can the Earth, which is but dead and a vision, resist Spirits which have reality and are alive ? On the hardest adamant some footprint of us is stamped in ; the last Rear of the host will read traces of the ' earliest Van. But whence ? — O Heaven, whither ? Sense...
Side 158 - That there should one Man die ignorant who had capacity for Knowledge, this I call a tragedy, were it to happen more than twenty times in the minute, as by some computations it does.
Side 116 - What art thou afraid of ? Wherefore, like a coward, dost thou forever pip and whimper, and go cowering and trembling ? Despicable biped ! what is the sum-total of the worst that lies before thee ? Death ? Well, Death ; and say the pangs of Tophet too, and all that the Devil and Man may, will or can do against thee ! Hast thou not a heart ; canst thou not suffer...
Side 115 - To me the Universe was all void of Life, . of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility : it was one huge, dead, immeasurable Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb.
Side 183 - Are we not Spirits, that are shaped into a body, into an Appearance; and that fade away again into air and Invisibility? This is no metaphor, it is a simple scientific fact: we start out of Nothingness, take figure, and are Apparitions; round us, as round the veriest spectre, is Eternity; and to Eternity minutes are as years and aeons.
Side 37 - Living : Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply, And weave for God the Garment thou seest Him by.
Side 184 - Fire is in each he expends: one grinding in the mill of Industry; one hunter-like climbing the giddy Alpine heights of Science; one madly dashed in pieces on the rocks of Strife, in war with his fellow : — and then the Heaven-sent is recalled; his earthly Vesture falls away, and soon even to Sense becomes a vanished Shadow. Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quick-succeeding grandeur, through...
Side 114 - A certain inarticulate Self-consciousness dwells dimly in us ; which only our Works can render articulate and decisively discernible. Our Works are the mirror wherein the spirit first sees its natural lineaments. Hence, too, the folly of that impossible Precept, Know thyself ; till it be translated into this partially possible one, Know what thou canst work at.
Side 135 - But indeed Conviction, were it never so excellent, is worthless ' till it convert itself into Conduct. Nay properly Conviction is ' not possible till then ; inasmuch as all Speculation is by nature endless, formless, a .vortex amid vortices : only by a felt indubitable certainty of Experience does it find any centre to revolve round, and so fashion itself into a system.
Side 157 - Two men I honour, and no third. First, the toil-worn Craftsman that with earth-made Implement laboriously conquers the Earth, and makes her man's. Venerable to me is the hard Hand; crooked, coarse; wherein notwithstanding lies a cunning virtue, indefeasibly royal, as of the Sceptre of this Planet. Venerable too is the rugged face, all weather-tanned, besoiled, with its rude intelligence; for it is the face of a Man living manlike.