From Thomas Carlyle: A History of His Life in London, 1834 - 1881, by Jame Anthony Froude
YE VOICES
"Ye voices of the past! Oh, ye cut my heart asunder with your mournful music out of discord: your prophetic prose grown poetry. Ay de mi! But what can I do with you? This day I actually ought to try if I could get to work. Let us try."
From Chapter VIII, Carlyle's Journal, October 3, 1841
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