Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Tập 78

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James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch
J. Fraser, 1868
Contains the first printing of Sartor resartus, as well as other works by Thomas Carlyle.
 

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Trang 113 - Only the poet, disdaining to be tied to any such subjection, lifted up with the vigour of his own invention, doth grow in effect into another nature, in making things either better than Nature bringeth forth, or, quite anew - forms such as never were in Nature, as the Heroes, Demigods, Cyclops, Chimeras, Furies, and such like; so as he goeth hand in hand with Nature, not enclosed within the narrow warrant of her gifts, but freely ranging only within the zodiac of his own wit.
Trang 429 - And all that believed were together, and had all things common ; and sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men, as every man had need.
Trang 108 - England* began first that language; all our ladies were then his scholars ; and that beauty in court which could not parley Euphuism...
Trang 336 - And they shall fall by the edge of the sword, and shall be led away captive into all nations : and Jerusalem shall be trodden down of the Gentiles until the times of the Gentiles be fulfilled.
Trang 101 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance...
Trang 593 - Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the conquer'd years To one that with us works, and trust, With faith that comes of self-control, The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow from, soul in soul.
Trang 438 - Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town ! But northward far, with purer blaze, On Ochil mountains fell the rays, And as each heathy top they kissed, It gleamed a purple amethyst.
Trang 90 - Masters are always and everywhere in a sort of tacit, but constant and uniform, combination, not to raise the wages of labour above their actual rate.
Trang 565 - Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine ; it is a curse To understand, not feel thy lyric flow, To comprehend, but never love thy verse...
Trang 113 - a poet," which name hath, as the most excellent, gone through other languages. It cometh of this word Poiein, which is "to make": wherein, I know not whether by luck or wisdom, we Englishmen have met with the Greeks in calling him "a maker...

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