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Adamite Æneid amid Anatomy of Melancholy Auscultator Baphometic Blumine C.-Jour C.-Trans called Carlyle Carlyle's century CHAPTER Dandiacal dark Devil Diogenes divine dröckh Earth Editor ee ee English Essays Eternity existence eyes Faust feeling G.-Corr Garment German Goethe Goethe's hand happy hast heart Heaven Herr History Hofrath hope Hudibras infinite King Lett light living Lond look man's Mankind Marchfeld Musaeus mysterious mystic Nature never Nevertheless Niflheim night Novalis nowise once passage perhaps Philosophy of Clothes Professor readers Richter round Sans-culotte Sartor Sartor Resartus Satanic School Sect seems silent Society Sorrow soul spirit stand strange style Symbols Tailor Teufels Teufelsdröckh thee thereof things Thomas Carlyle thou thought tion Tristram Shandy true Universe visible Voltaire Walter Shandy Weissnichtwo whereby wherein whole wilt wonder words worship Wotton Reinfred writes young
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page xx - 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 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...
Page 48 - 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 153 - Hast thou not a heart; canst thou not suffer whatsoever it be; and as a Child of Freedom, though outcast, trample Tophet itself under thy feet, while it consumes thee? Let it come, then; I will meet it and defy it!
Page 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.
Page 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?