Beauties: Selected from the Writings of Thomas De QuinceyHurd, 1877 - 432 sider |
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... better sung ; but at that time I needed nothing better . It was sung by four male voices , and rose into a region of thrilling passion , such as my heart had al- ways dimly craved and hungered after , but which now first interpreted ...
... better sung ; but at that time I needed nothing better . It was sung by four male voices , and rose into a region of thrilling passion , such as my heart had al- ways dimly craved and hungered after , but which now first interpreted ...
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... better aid in their development than the bracing intercourse of a great English classical school . Even the selfish are there forced into accommodating them- selves to a public standard of generosity , and the effemi- nate in conforming ...
... better aid in their development than the bracing intercourse of a great English classical school . Even the selfish are there forced into accommodating them- selves to a public standard of generosity , and the effemi- nate in conforming ...
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... better . The rival edi- fices , as we understood from the waiter , were about equidistant from our own station ; but , being too remote from each other to allow of our seeing both , " we tossed up , " to settle the question between the ...
... better . The rival edi- fices , as we understood from the waiter , were about equidistant from our own station ; but , being too remote from each other to allow of our seeing both , " we tossed up , " to settle the question between the ...
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... mind had thrown the whole arrangement awry . For the better half of the three years I endur- ed it patiently . But it had at length begun to eat more corrosively into my peace of mind than ever I had 78 BEAUTIES OF DE QUINCEY .
... mind had thrown the whole arrangement awry . For the better half of the three years I endur- ed it patiently . But it had at length begun to eat more corrosively into my peace of mind than ever I had 78 BEAUTIES OF DE QUINCEY .
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... better Grecians than the head - master , though not more elegant scholars , nor at all more accustomed to sacri- fice to the graces . When I first entered , I remember that we read Sophocles ; and it was a constant matter of triumph to ...
... better Grecians than the head - master , though not more elegant scholars , nor at all more accustomed to sacri- fice to the graces . When I first entered , I remember that we read Sophocles ; and it was a constant matter of triumph to ...
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Side 148 - I knew not whether from the good cause or the bad; darkness and lights; tempest and human faces; and at last, with the sense that all was lost, female forms, and the features that were worth all the world to me ; and but a moment allowed — and clasped hands, with heart-breaking partings, and then — everlasting farewells!
Side 102 - I now wish to see her no longer, but think of her more gladly as one long since laid in the grave - in the grave, I would hope, of a Magdalen; taken away, before injuries and cruelty had blotted out and transfigured her ingenuous nature, or the brutalities of ruffians had completed the ruin they had begun.
Side 300 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Side 143 - The sense of space, and in the end the sense of time, were both powerfully affected. Buildings, landscapes, &c. were exhibited in proportions so vast as the bodily eye is not fitted to receive. Space swelled, and was amplified to an extent of unutterable infinity.
Side 410 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. 'Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking? ' — Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
Side 165 - From lightning and tempest; from plague, pestilence, and famine ; from battle and murder, and from sudden death, Good Lord, deliver us.
Side 142 - I think it was, that this faculty became positively distressing to me : at night, when I lay awake in bed, vast processions passed along in mournful pomp ; friezes of never-ending stories, that to my feelings were as sad and solemn as if they were stories drawn from times before CEdipus or Priam, before Tyre, before Memphis.
Side 286 - Vaucouleurs which celebrated in rapture the redemption of France. No! for her voice was then silent; no! for her feet were dust. Pure, innocent, noble-hearted girl! whom, from earliest youth, ever I believed in as full of truth and self-sacrifice, this was amongst the strongest pledges for thy...
Side 154 - The second sister is called Mater Suspiriorum, Our Lady of Sighs. She never scales the clouds, nor walks abroad upon the winds. She wears no diadem. And her eyes, if they were ever seen, would be neither sweet nor subtle; no man could read their story; they would be found filled with perishing dreams, and with wrecks of forgotten delirium.
Side 154 - By the power of the keys it is that Our Lady of Tears glides a ghostly intruder into the chambers of sleepless men, sleepless women, sleepless children, from Ganges to the Nile, from Nile to Mississippi. And her, because she is the first-born of her house, and has the widest empire, let us honour with the title of