Thomas Carlyle: A History of the First Forty Years of Life, 1795-1835, Volume 1 |
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Page 38 - Seek the Lord while He may be found, call upon Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the Lord, and He will have mercy on him; and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon.
Page 85 - I will meet it and defy it.' And as I so thought, there rushed like a stream of fire over my whole soul, and I shook base fear away from me forever. I was strong; of unknown strength; a spirit; almost a god. Ever from that time the temper of my misery was changed; not fear or whining sorrow was it, but indignation and grim fire-eyed defiance.
Page 290 - We went out to walk over long hills, and looked at Criffel, then without his cap, and down into Wordsworth's country. There we sat down and talked of the immortality of the soul. It was not Carlyle's fault that we talked on that topic, for he had the natural disinclination of every nimble spirit to bruise itself against walls, and did not like to place himself where no step can be taken. But he was honest and true, and cognizant of the subtile links that bind ages together, and saw how every event...
Page 9 - Very venerable are those old Seceder clergy to me now when I look back. . . . Most figures of them in my time were / hoary old men ; men so like evangelists in modern vesture and poor scholars and gentlemen of Christ...
Page 25 - soured on his stomach" (oh, Heaven!), and it was plainly my duty as a Christian wife to bake at home. So I sent for Cobbett's Cottage Economy, and fell to work at a loaf of bread. But knowing nothing about the process of fermentation or the heat of ovens, it came to pass that my loaf got put into the oven at the time...
Page 288 - Carlyle was a man from his youth, an author who did not need to hide from his readers, and as absolute a man of the world, unknown and exiled on that hill-farm, as if holding on his own terms what is best in London.
Page xi - Damocles' sword of Respectability hangs forever over the poor English Life-writer (as it does over poor English Life in general), and reduces him to the verge of paralysis. Thus it has been said, " there are no English lives worth reading except those of Players, who by the nature of the case have bidden Respectability good-day.
Page 83 - I have done it, had it been leaping into the infernal Fire. Thus, in spite of all Motive-grinders, and Mechanical Profit-and-Loss Philosophies, with the sick ophthalmia and hallucination they had brought on, was the Infinite nature of Duty still dimly present to me : living without God in the world, of God's light I was not utterly bereft ; if my as yet sealed eyes, with their unspeakable longing, could nowhere see Him, nevertheless in my heart He was present, and His heaven-written Law still stood...
Page 16 - ... but in full white sunlight. Emphatic I have heard him beyond all men. In anger he had no need of oaths; his words were like sharp arrows that smote into the very heart. Such a father may easily have been alarming and slow to gain his children's confidence. He had silently observed his little Tom, however. The reports from the Annan masters were all favourable, and when the question rose what was to be done with him, inclined to venture the University. The wise men of Ecclefechan shook their heads....
Page 339 - BONO. What is Hope ? A smiling rainbow Children follow through the wet ; 'Tis not here, still yonder, yonder : Never urchin found it yet. What is Life ? A thawing iceboard On a sea with sunny shore ; — Gay we sail ; it melts beneath us ; We are sunk, and seen no more. What is Man? A foolish baby, Vainly strives, and fights, and frets ; Demanding all, deserving nothing ; — One small grave is what he gets.