 With other eyes, too, could I now look upon my fellow man ; ' with an infinite Love, an infinite Pity. Poor, wandering, ' wayward man ! Art thou not tried, and beaten with stripes, ' even as I am ? Ever, whether thou bear the royal mantle ' or the beggar's...  The Living Age - Page 2371918Full view - About this book
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1840 - 650 pages
...realities of life as a primary duty : — ' With other eyes, too, could I now look upon my fellow-man ; with an infinite love, an infinite pity. Poor, wandering,...thou not tried, and beaten with stripes, even as I am ? Even whether thou bear the royal mantle or the beggar's gabardine, art thou not so weary, ao heavy-laden... | |
 | 1840 - 448 pages
...universe is not dead and demoniacal, a charnel-house with spectres; but godlike, and my Father's. " With other eyes too could I now look upon my fellow...whether thou bear the royal mantle, or the beggar's gaberdine, art thou not so weary, so heavy-laden; and thy bed of rest is but a grave ? 0 my brother!... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1840 - 326 pages
...Universe is not dead and demoniacal, a charnel' house with spectres ; but godlike, and my Father's ! ' With other eyes too could I now look upon my ' fellow...not tried, ' and beaten with stripes, even as I am 1 Ever, whether ' thou bear the Royal mantle or the Beggar's gabardine, ' art thou not so weary, so... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - Clothing and dress - 1840 - 324 pages
...charne!' house with spectres ; but godlike, and my Father's ! ' With other eyes too could I now look upbn my ' fellow man ; with an infinite Love, an infinite...not tried, ' and beaten with stripes, even as I am 1 Ever, whether ' thou bear the Royal mantle or the Beggar's gabardine, ' art thou not so weary, so... | |
 | Christian education - 1840 - 40 pages
...delivered. Well has a modern writer spoken : — " With other eyes, too, could- 1 look upon my fellow-man, with an infinite love, an infinite pity. Poor wandering...beaten with stripes even as I am? Ever, whether thou bearest the royal mantle, or the beggar's gabardine, art thou not so weary, so heavy laden ; and thy... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1840 - 658 pages
...realities of life as a primary duty : — ' With other eyes, too, could I now look upon my fellow-man ; with an infinite love, an infinite pity. Poor, wandering,...man ! Art thou not tried, and beaten with stripes, eveu as I am ? Even whether thou bear the royal mantle or the beggar's gabardine, art thou not so weary,... | |
 | Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - United States - 1850 - 678 pages
...is attended with a revolution in his feelings towards nature and towards his fellow creatures: — "With other eyes too, could I now look upon my fellow...Art thou not tried and beaten with stripes, even as, lam? Ever, whether thou bear the royal mantle, or the beggars gabardine, art thou not so weary, so... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - English essays - 1846 - 490 pages
...Universe is not dead and demoniacal, a charnel-house with ' spectres : but godlike, and my Father's ! ' With other eyes, too, could I now look upon my fellow...infinite Love, an infinite Pity. Poor, wandering, way' ward man ! Art thou not tried, and beaten with stripes, even ' as I am ? Ever, whether thou bear... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - English essays - 1846 - 260 pages
...Universe is not dead and demoniacal, a charnel-house with . JY spectres: but godlike, and my Father's! ' With other eyes, too, could I now look upon my fellow man; ' with an infinite Love. a_a infinite Pity. Poor, wandering, way' ward man ! Art thou not tried, and beaten with stripes, even... | |
 | United States - 1848 - 594 pages
...but finally, by an ' Everlasting Yea,' came out reconciled to the conditions of life, exclaiming, * Poor, wandering, wayward man ! Art thou not tried...the beggar's gabardine, art thou not so weary, so heavy laden ; and thy Bed of Rest is but a grave. Oh, my brother ! my brother ! why cannot I shelter... | |
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