Thomas Carlyle: A History of His Life in London, 1834-1881, Volume 3

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Scribner, 1884 - 809 pages
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Page 312 - FATHER of all ! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind...
Page 387 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 215 - Consider the lilies of the field; they toil not, neither do they spin: yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Page 295 - I tread the common road into the great darkness, without any thought of fear, and with very much of hope. Certainty indeed I have none. With regard to You and Me I cannot begin to write ; having nothing for it but to keep shut the lid of those secrets with all the iron weights that are in my power. Towards me it is still more true than towards England that no man has been and done like you.
Page 10 - He shall be a wild ass of a man, his hand against every man and every man's hand against him; and he shall dwell over against all his kinsmen.
Page 295 - Carlyle, — For the first time for many months it seems possible to send you a few words ; merely, however, for remembrance and farewell. On higher matters there is nothing to say. I tread the common road into the great darkness, •without any thought of fear and with very much of hope. Certainty, indeed, I have none.
Page 225 - Rooms, to the complete upsetting of my evening habitudes and spiritual composure. Dickens does do it capitally, such as it is ; acts better than any Macready in the world ; a whole tragic, comic, heroic theatre visible, performing under one hat, and keeping us laughing — in a sorry way, some of us thought — the whole night.
Page 289 - To die, is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break nor tempests roar : Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'tis o'er.
Page 339 - That evening he talked of the present state of things in England, giving light, witty sketches of the men of the day, fanatics and others ; and some sweet, homely stories he told of things he had known of the Scotch peasantry. Of you he spoke with hearty kindness, and...
Page 96 - As it had deawed bene with timely raine ; Life and long health that gracious ointment gave, And deadly wounds could heale, and reare againe The sencelesse corse appointed for the grave.

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