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Page 172 - Memory they survive so long, as saints, as heroes, as gods ; they alone surviving ; peopling, they alone, the unmeasured solitudes of Time ! To thee Heaven, though severe, is not unkind ; Heaven is kind, — as a noble Mother ; as that Spartan Mother, saying while she gave her son his shield, " With it, my son, or upon it...
Page 14 - Andreas would set up the pruning-ladder, my porringer was placed: there, many a sunset, have I, looking at the distant western Mountains, consumed, not without relish, my evening meal. Those hues of gold and azure, that hush of World's expectation as Day died, were still a Hebrew Speech for me; nevertheless I was looking at the fair illuminated Letters, and had an eye for their gilding.
Page 168 - Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane. Earth's mountains are levelled, and her seas filled up, in our passage: can the Earth, which is but dead and a vision, resist Spirits which have reality and are alive? On the hardest adamant some foot-print of us is stamped in ; the last Rear of the host will read traces of the earliest Van.
Page 70 - These Limbs, whence had we them; this stormy Force; this lifeblood with its burning Passion? They are dust and shadow; a Shadow-system gathered round our ME; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh. That warrior on his strong war-horse, fire flashes through his eyes; force dwells in his arm and heart; but warrior and war-horse are a vision; a revealed Force, nothing more. Stately they tread the Earth, as if it were a firm substance: fool! the Earth...
Page 171 - ... summit in Heaven. Sweat of the brow; and up from that to sweat of the brain, sweat of the heart; which includes all Kepler calculations, Newton meditations, all Sciences, all spoken epics, all acted Heroisms. Martyrdoms up to that "Agony of bloody sweat," which all men have called divine!
Page 66 - Craigenputtock, an outlook from the back windows into more leafy regions, with here and there a red highpeaked old roof looking through, and see nothing of London except by day the summits of St. Paul's Cathedral and Westminster Abbey, and by night the gleam of the great Babylon, affronting the peaceful skies.
Page 100 - Universal History, the history of what man has accomplished in this world, is at bottom the History of the Great Men who have worked here.
Page 68 - sensibly exists, whatsoever represents Spirit to Spirit, is ' properly a Clothing, a suit of Raiment, put on for a season, ' and to be laid off. Thus in this one pregnant subject of ' CLOTHES, rightly understood, is included all that men have ' thought, dreamed, done, and been : the whole Eternal ' Universe and what it holds is but Clothing ; and the ' essence of all Science lies in the PHILOSOPHY OF CLOTHES.
Page 101 - To his eyes it is forever clear that this world wholly is miraculous. He sees what, as we said once before, all great thinkers, the rude Scandinavians themselves, in one way or other, have contrived to see : That this so solid-looking material world is, at bottom, in very deed, Nothing; is a visual and tactual Manifestation of God's power and presence, — a shadow hung out by Him on the bosom of the void Infinite; nothing more.