The Correspondence of Thomas Carlyle and Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1834-1872, 2. cilt

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J.R. Osgood, 1883 - 383 sayfa
 

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Sayfa 251 - One book, last summer, came out in New York, a nondescript monster which yet had terrible eyes and buffalo strength, and was indisputably American, — which I thought to send you ; but the book throve so badly with the few to whom I showed it, and wanted good morals so much, that I never did. Yet I believe now again, I shall. It is called Leaves of Grass...
Sayfa 66 - Foreign Figures (a not increasing number, I think !) who are and remain beautiful to me — a true human soul, or some authentic approximation thereto, to whom your own soul can say, Brother...
Sayfa 140 - Hedge is one of the sturdiest little fellows I have come across for many a day. A face like a rock ; a voice like a howitzer ; only his honest kind gray eyes reassure you a little. We have met only once ; but hope (mutually, I flatter myself) it may be often by and by. That hardy little fellow too, what has he to do with " Semitic tradition " and the " dust-hole of extinct Socinianism...
Sayfa 125 - Margaret is an excellent soul : in real regard with both of us here. Since she went, I have been reading some of her Papers in a new Book we have got : greatly superior to all I knew before ; in fact the undeniable utterances (now first undeniable to me) of a true heroic mind; — altogether unique, so far as I know, among the Writing Women of this generation ; rare enough too, God knows, among the writing Men.
Sayfa 74 - Persephoneia; it is not I that linger ! " — His Sister-in-law, Anthony's Wife, probably about a month ago, while they were still in Wight, had begged that she might see him yet once ; her husband would be there too, she engaged not to speak. Anthony had not yet persuaded him, when she, finding the door half open, went in : his pale changed countenance almost made her shriek ; she stept forward silently, kissed his brow in silence; he burst into tears. Let us speak no more of this. A great quantity...
Sayfa 11 - I love your Dial, and yet it is with a kind of shudder. You seem to me in danger of dividing yourselves from the Fact of this present Universe, in which alone, ugly as it is, can I find any anchorage, and soaring away after Ideas, Beliefs, Revelations, and such like, — into perilous altitudes, as I think...
Sayfa 8 - The good Alcott : with his long, lean face and figure, with his gray worn temples and mild radiant eyes ; all bent on saving the world by a return to acorns and the golden age ; he comes before one like a kind of venerable Don Quixote, whom nobody can even laugh at without loving...
Sayfa 131 - Heaven, it is the most accursed sin of man ; and done everywhere, at present, on the streets and high places, at noonday ! Very seriously I say, and pray as my chief orison, May the Lord deliver us from it.
Sayfa 102 - A letter or letters are missing. the further side of the water, not so familiar to me as the nearer shore. Some of the wood is an old growth, but most of it has been cut off within twenty years and is growing thriftily. In these May days, when maples, poplars, oaks, birches, walnut, and pine are in their spring glory, I go thither every afternoon, and cut with my hatchet an Indian path through the thicket all along the bold shore, and open the finest pictures. My two little girls know the road now,...
Sayfa 12 - Godlike that lies in it; — that seems to me the kind of feat for literary men. /Alas, it is so easy to screw one's self up into high and ever higher altitudes of Transcendentalism, and see nothing under one but the everlasting snows of Himmalayah, the Earth shrinking to a Planet, and the indigo firmament sowing itself with daylight stars ; easy for you, for me : but whither does it lead ? I dread.always, To inanity and mere injuring of the lungs !J —

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