The North British review1851 |
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... called " prophetic " spirit , int sense and intelligence of what is vial life , must have infallibly been sup in the process when from His As in Sartor Resartus he ith the errors and anomalies of Fry of the French Revolution town ...
... called " prophetic " spirit , int sense and intelligence of what is vial life , must have infallibly been sup in the process when from His As in Sartor Resartus he ith the errors and anomalies of Fry of the French Revolution town ...
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... called " prophetic " spirit , which consists in an inordinate sense and intelligence of what is wrong and sad in the individual life , must have infallibly been his . But it was still another step in the process when from Biography he ...
... called " prophetic " spirit , which consists in an inordinate sense and intelligence of what is wrong and sad in the individual life , must have infallibly been his . But it was still another step in the process when from Biography he ...
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... called logical coherence . To all such Mr. Carlyle must have been either indifferent or dis- agreeable ; just as there may be men that dislike Cervantes , abhor Dante , and wonder what people find to admire in Richter . On the whole ...
... called logical coherence . To all such Mr. Carlyle must have been either indifferent or dis- agreeable ; just as there may be men that dislike Cervantes , abhor Dante , and wonder what people find to admire in Richter . On the whole ...
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... called State - serfs , or by some name more flattering and honourable . There are , of course , two opposite quarters from which Mr. Carlyle's scheme is liable to attack . On the one hand , the Eco- nomists , to use a term which has now ...
... called State - serfs , or by some name more flattering and honourable . There are , of course , two opposite quarters from which Mr. Carlyle's scheme is liable to attack . On the one hand , the Eco- nomists , to use a term which has now ...
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... called , in the language customary to this controversy , the criminal portion of society ? Ah ! far back in the vista of time , may not the reverent fancy still see the face of One who , though he drove money - changers out of the ...
... called , in the language customary to this controversy , the criminal portion of society ? Ah ! far back in the vista of time , may not the reverent fancy still see the face of One who , though he drove money - changers out of the ...
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474 psl. - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
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502 psl. - Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
474 psl. - But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.