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९ ९ ९९ Adamite Æneid amid Anatomy of Melancholy Auscultator Baphometic Blumine C.-Jour C.-Trans called Carlyle Carlyle's century CHAPTER Charles Eliot Norton dark Devil Diogenes divine dröckh Earth Editor ee ee English Essays Eternity existence eyes Faust feeling Fraser Garment German Goethe Goethe's hand happy hast heart Heaven Herr Heuschrecke History Hofrath hope infinite Journal King Lett light literature living Lond look man's Mankind Marchfeld ment Musaeus mysterious Nature never night Novalis nowise once passage perhaps Philosophy of Clothes Professor reader Richter round Sans-culotte Sartor Resartus Satanic School seems silent Society Sorrow soul spirit stand strange style Symbols Tailor Teufels Teufelsdröckh thee things Thomas Carlyle thou thought tion Tristram Shandy true Universe visible Voltaire Walter Shandy Weissnichtwo whereby wherein whole wilt wonder words Wotton Reinfred writes young
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Side 368 - Merciful Heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle: but man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Side 310 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Side 321 - And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long...
Side 329 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Side 159 - Fire!" is given: and they blow the souls out of one another: and in place of sixty brisk, useful craftsmen, the world has sixty dead carcasses, which it must bury, and anew shed tears for. Had these men any quarrel? Busy as the Devil is, not the smallest! They lived far enough apart: were the entirest strangers: nay. in so wide a Universe, there was even, unconsciously, by Commerce, some mutual helpfulness between them. How then? Simpleton! Their governors had fallen out: and instead of shooting...
Side 345 - Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air, That felt unusual weight ; till on dry land He lights, if it were land that ever burn'd With solid, as the lake with liquid fire...
Side 307 - Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Side 178 - Produce ! Produce ! Were it but the pitifullest infinitesimal fraction of a Product, produce it, in God's name ! 'T is the utmost thou hast in thee : out with it, then. Up, up ! Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy whole might. Work while it is called To-day ; for the Night cometh, wherein no man can work.
Side 372 - Why do they prate of the blessings of Peace? we have made them a curse, Pickpockets, each hand lusting for all that is not its own; And lust of gain, in the spirit of Cain, is it better or worse Than the heart of the citizen hissing in war on his own hearthstone?
Side 383 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...