Sartor resartus.-v.2-4 French revolution. -v.5. Life of Friedrich Schiller.-v.6-11. Critical and miscellaneous essays.-v.12 Heroes and hero worship.-v.13. Past and present.-v.14-18. Cromwell's letters and speeches.-v.19. Latter-day pamphlets.-v.20. Life of John Sterling.-v.21-30. History of Friedrich II. of Prussia.-v.31. The kings of Norway. An essay on the portraits of John Knox. General index.-v.32-34. Translations from German."
Chapman and Hall, 1870
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第 220 頁 - For us was thy back so bent, for us were thy straight limbs and fingers so deformed; thou wert our conscript, on whom the lot fell, and fighting our battles wert so marred.
第 159 頁 - A certain inarticulate self-consciousness dwells dimly in us ; which only our works can render articulate and decisively discernible. Our works are the mirror wherein the spirit first sees its natural lineaments. Hence, too, the folly of that impossible precept, Know thyself; till it be translated into this partially possible one, Know what thou canst work at.
第 257 頁 - Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane ; haste stormfully across the astonished 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 footprint of us is stamped in ; the last Rear of the host will read traces of the ' earliest Van. But whence ? — O Heaven, whither ? Sense...
第 185 頁 - Love not Pleasure; love God. This is the EVERLASTING YEA, wherein all contradiction is solved: wherein whoso walks and works, it is well with him.
第 188 頁 - O thou that pinest in the imprisonment of the Actual, and criest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein to rule and create, know this of a truth: the thing thou seekest is already with thee, 'here or nowhere,
第 255 頁 - Are we not Spirits, that are shaped into a body, into an Appearance ; and that fade away again into air and Invisibility? This is no metaphor, it is a simple scientific fact : we start out of Nothingness, take figure, and are Apparitions ; round us, as round the veriest specter, is Eternity ; and to Eternity minutes are as years and aeons.
第 256 頁 - Heaven, It is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him ; but are, in very deed, Ghosts ! These Limbs, whence had we them ; this stormy Force ; this life-blood 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.
第 38 頁 - Money. Yet hereby did Barter grow Sale, the Leather Money is now Golden and Paper, and all miracles have been outmiracled : for there are Rothschilds and English National Debts; and whoso has sixpence is sovereign (to the length of sixpence...
第 188 頁 - Actual, wherein thou even now standest, here or nowhere is thy Ideal; work it out therefrom; and working, believe, live, be free. Fool! the Ideal is in thyself, the impediment too is in thyself; thy Condition is but the stuff thou art to shape that same Ideal out of — what matters whether such stuff be of this sort or that, so the Form thou give it be heroic, be poetic?
第 22 頁 - Rabenstein? — their gallows must even now be o' building. Upwards of five hundred thousand two-legged animals without feathers lie round us, in horizontal positions; their heads all in nightcaps, and full of the foolishest dreams. Riot cries aloud, and staggers and swaggers in his rank dens of shame; and the Mother, with streaming hair, kneels over her pallid dying infant, whose cracked lips only her tears now moisten. — All these heaped and huddled together, with nothing but a little carpentry...