Sartor ResartusGinn & Company, 1896 - 432 pages |
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Page xlvii
... principalities and powers , and carried ruin and havoc and blood and fire from Gibralter to Archangel - Nap , the mighty is GONE TO POT !!! 1 C. E. L. , I , 411 . " I will plant my eagles on the towers of INTRODUCTION . xlvii.
... principalities and powers , and carried ruin and havoc and blood and fire from Gibralter to Archangel - Nap , the mighty is GONE TO POT !!! 1 C. E. L. , I , 411 . " I will plant my eagles on the towers of INTRODUCTION . xlvii.
Page lii
... fire , a great and shining light . Take , for example , a typical passage chosen almost at random , the closing paragraph of the second chapter of Sartor . Within that space are six allusions , - to Horace , to Pope , to Tristram Shandy ...
... fire , a great and shining light . Take , for example , a typical passage chosen almost at random , the closing paragraph of the second chapter of Sartor . Within that space are six allusions , - to Horace , to Pope , to Tristram Shandy ...
Page liv
... Fire . " When it is not a question of giving form and substance to abstractions , but of making transcripts from nature , Carlyle is unapproachable . Every dash of color , every sweeping line shows the artist's eye and ee 1 Sartor , 45 ...
... Fire . " When it is not a question of giving form and substance to abstractions , but of making transcripts from nature , Carlyle is unapproachable . Every dash of color , every sweeping line shows the artist's eye and ee 1 Sartor , 45 ...
Page lv
... fire of these pregnant condensations . No small part of Carlyle's effect lies in this higher kind of picture - writing . If he be denied his similes and metaphors in all their varieties , his occupa- tion is gone . These three things ...
... fire of these pregnant condensations . No small part of Carlyle's effect lies in this higher kind of picture - writing . If he be denied his similes and metaphors in all their varieties , his occupa- tion is gone . These three things ...
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... fire , and half- fancied that their stillness was but the rest of infinite motion , the sleep of a spinning - top ? Thy little figure , there as , in loose ill - brushed threadbare habiliments , 5 thou sattest , amid litter and lumber ...
... fire , and half- fancied that their stillness was but the rest of infinite motion , the sleep of a spinning - top ? Thy little figure , there as , in loose ill - brushed threadbare habiliments , 5 thou sattest , amid litter and lumber ...
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९ ९ 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 English Essays Eternity existence eyes Faust feeling Fraser G.-Corr 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 Manicheism Mankind ment Musaeus mysterious mystic Nature never night Novalis nowise once passage perhaps Philosophy of Clothes Professor prose reader Richter round Sans-culotte Sartor Resartus Satanic School Sect 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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Page 370 - 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.
Page 312 - 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.
Page 323 - 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...
Page 331 - 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.
Page xxii - To conclude from all, what is man himself but a microcoat, or rather a complete suit of clothes with all its trimmings ? As to his body there can be no dispute ; but examine even the acquirements of his mind, you will find them all contribute in their order towards furnishing out an exact dress : to instance no more ; is not religion a cloak, honesty a pair of shoes worn out in the dirt, selflove a surtout, vanity a shirt, and conscience a pair of breeches, which, though a cover for lewdness as well...
Page 347 - 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...
Page 50 - In Being's floods, in Action's storm, I walk and work, above, beneath, Work and weave in endless motion ! Birth and Death, An infinite ocean ; A seizing and giving The fire of Living : Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply, And weave for God the Garment thou seest Him by.
Page 309 - 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...
Page 176 - Disease, and triumphs over Death. On the roaring billows of Time, thou art not engulfed, but borne aloft into the azure of Eternity. Love not Pleasure; love God. This is the EVERLASTING YEA, wherein all contradiction is solved: wherein whoso walks and works, it is well with him.
Page 180 - 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.