Thomas Carlyle

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Thomas Carlyle Poems

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So here hath been dawning
Another blue Day:
Think wilt thou let it
Slip useless away.
...

What is Hope? A smiling rainbow
Children follow through the wet;
’Tis not here, still yonder, yonder:
...

The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And the frost falls and the rain:
A weary heart went thankful to rest,
...

Thomas Carlyle Biography

Thomas Carlyle (4 December 1795 – 5 February 1881) was a Scottish satirical writer, essayist, historian and teacher during the Victorian era. He called economics "the dismal science", wrote articles for the Edinburgh Encyclopedia, and became a controversial social commentator. Coming from a strict Calvinist family, Carlyle was expected by his parents to become a preacher, but while at the University of Edinburgh, he lost his Christian faith. Calvinist values, however, remained with him throughout his life. This combination of a religious temperament with loss of faith in traditional Christianity made Carlyle's work appealing to many Victorians who were grappling with scientific and political changes that threatened the traditional social order.)

The Best Poem Of Thomas Carlyle

Today

So here hath been dawning
Another blue Day:
Think wilt thou let it
Slip useless away.

Out of Eternity
This new Day is born;
Into Eternity,
At night, will return.

Behold it aforetime
No eye ever did:
So soon it forever
From all eyes is hid.

Here hath been dawning
Another blue Day:
Think wilt thou let it
Slip useless away.

Thomas Carlyle Comments

Gerard Fox 07 July 2013

Just watched a tv documentary about Thomas Carlyle's trip to Ireland in 1845 during the Irish Famine. His recorded comments about what he saw in Ireland during his trip are astonishing. His cold-heartedness towards men, women and children dying from hunger (in front of his very eyes) due to the Famine where the food left Ireland on a daily basis, heading to England. Carlyle-Historian-Essayist-Poet and Christian with no Christian values whatsoever! For further reading about the Famine through Carlyle's eyes 'Atlas of the Irish Famine'.

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Thomas Carlyle Quotes

Worship is transcendent wonder.

Cash-payment never was, or could except for a few years be, the union-bond of man to man. Cash never yet paid one man fully his deserts to another; nor could it, nor can it, now or henceforth to the end of the world.

A man perfects himself by working. Foul jungles are cleared away, fair seed-fields rise instead, and stately cities; and withal the man himself first ceases to be a jungle, and foul unwholesome desert thereby.... The man is now a man.

In the long-run every Government is the exact symbol of its People, with their wisdom and unwisdom; we have to say, Like People like Government.

We call it a Society; and go about professing openly the totalest separation, isolation. Our life is not a mutual helpfulness; but rather, cloaked under due laws-of-war, named "fair competition" and so forth, it is a mutual hostility.

I don't pretend to understand the Universe—it's a great deal bigger than I am.

No man who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether irreclaimably bad.

Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the Devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.

Lives the man that can figure a naked Duke of Windlestraw addressing a naked House of Lords?

Man is a tool-using animal.... Without tools he is nothing, with tools he is all.

Good breeding ... differs, if at all, from high breeding only as it gracefully remembers the rights of others, rather than gracefully insists on its own rights.

To reform a world, to reform a nation, no wise man will undertake; and all but foolish men know, that the only solid, though a far slower reformation, is what each begins and perfects on himself.

For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.

No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence.

Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time.

There is a great discovery still to be made in literature, that of paying literary men by the quantity they do not write.

Man's unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.

Man's unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.

What are your historical Facts; still more your biographical? Wilt thou know a Man ... by stringing-together beadrolls of what thou namest Facts?

That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.

Fancy that thou deservest to be hanged ... thou wilt feel it happiness to be only shot: fancy that thou deservest to be hanged in a hair halter, it will be a luxury to die in hemp.

Man's unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.

Thought once awakened does not again slumber; unfolds itself into a System of Thought; grows, in man after man, generation after generation,—till its full stature is reached, and such System of Thought can grow no farther, but must give place to another.

The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none.

The Persians are called the French of the East; we will call the Arabs Oriental Italians. A gifted noble people; a people of wild strong feelings, and of iron restraint over these: the characteristic of noblemindedness, of genius.

Genius (which means transcendent capacity of taking trouble, first of all).

Little other than a redtape Talking-machine, and unhappy Bag of Parliamentary Eloquence.

Writing is a dreadful Labour, yet not so dreadful as Idleness.

The world is a republic of mediocrities, and always was.

A man cannot make a pair of shoes rightly unless he do it in a devout manner.

A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune's inequality exhibits under this sun.

They raise their minds by brooding over and embellishing their sufferings, from one degree of fervid exaltation and dreary greatness to another, till at length they run amuck entirely, and whoever meets them would do well to run them thro' the body.

Talk that does not end in any kind of action is better suppressed altogether.

A frightful dialect for the stupid, the pedant and dullard sort.

France was long a despotism tempered by epigrams.

Happy the people whose annals are vacant.

History, a distillation of rumour.

For, if a "good speaker," never so eloquent, does not see into the fact, and is not speaking the truth of that ... is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?

What I loved in the man was his health, his unity with himself; all people and all things seemed to find their quite peaceable adjustment with him, not a proud domineering one, as after doubtful contest, but a spontaneous-looking peaceable, even humble one.

One seems to believe almost all that they believe; and when they stop short and call it a Religion, and you pass on, and call it only a reminiscence of one, should you not part with the kiss of peace?

A terrible, beetle-browed, mastiff-mouthed, yellow-skinned, broad-bottomed, grim-taciturn individual; with a pair of dull-cruel-looking black eyes, and as much Parliamentary intellect and silent-rage in him ... as I have ever seen in any man.

The true university of these days is a collection of books.

No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.

No great man lives in vain. The history of the world is but the biography of great men.

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