Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Thomas Carlyle: With Personal Reminiscences and Selections from His Private Letters to Numerous Correspondents, Volume 1Richard Herne Shepherd, Charles Norris Williamson W. H. Allen, 1881 |
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Page 114 - 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...
Page 129 - Symbol of Eternity imprisoned into 'Time!' it is not thy works, which are all mortal, infinitely little, and the greatest no greater than the least, but only the Spirit thou workest in, that can have worth or continuance.
Page 134 - This is not so much a history, as an epic poem ; and notwithstanding, or even in consequence of this, the truest of histories. It is the history of the French Revolution, and the poetry of it, both in one ; and, on the whole, no work of greater genius, either historical or poetical, has been produced in this country for many years.
Page 271 - Carlyle allows no one a chance, but bears down all opposition, not only by his wit and onset of words, resistless in their sharpness as so many bayonets, but by actual physical superiority — raising his voice, and rushing on his opponent with a torrent of sound.
Page 218 - England : distinguished travellers bring us tidings of such a man ; fractions of his writings have found their way into the hands of the curious here ; fitful hints that there is, in New England, some spiritual notability called Emerson, glide through Eeviews and Magazines. Whether these hints were true or not true,. readers are now to judge for themselves a little better.
Page 46 - I incline to think it the poor best place that could have been selected for the ripening into fixity and composure of anything useful which there may have been in me against the years that were coming.
Page 14 - But for Irving, I had never known what the communion of man with man means. His was the freest, brotherliest, bravest human soul mine ever came in contact with : I call him, on the whole, the best man I have ever, after trial enough, found in this world, or now hope to find.
Page 272 - He sings, rather than talks. He pours upon you a kind of satirical, heroical, critical poem, with regular cadences, and generally catching up, near the beginning, some singular epithet, which serves as a refrain when his song is full, or with which, as with a knitting needle, be catches up the stitches, if he has chanced, now and then, to let fall a row.
Page 233 - Several years ago, if memory err not, I was one of many English writers who, under the auspices of Miss Martineau, did already sign a petition to congress praying for an international copyright between the two Nations, — which properly are not two Nations, but one ; indivisible by parliament, congress, or any kind of human law or diplomacy, being already united by Heaven's 333 Act of Parliament, and the everlasting law of Nature and Fact.
Page 201 - One day, while in my study, I heard a prodigious sound of laughter on the stairs ; and in came Carlyle, laughing loud. He had been laughing in that manner all the way from the printing-office in Charing Cross. As soon as he could, he told me what it was about. He had been to the office to urge on the printer : and the man said " Why, Sir, you really are so very hard upon us with your corrections ! They take so much time, you see ! " After some remonstrance, Carlyle observed that he had been accustomed...