Beauties: Selected from the Writings of Thomas De QuinceyHurd, 1877 - 432 sider |
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... deep , tender , and enduring ; consequently , he had troops of friends . Thomas De Quincey was , undeniably , one of the greatest masters of the English Language , who have committed thought to writing . In addition to his happy choice ...
... deep , tender , and enduring ; consequently , he had troops of friends . Thomas De Quincey was , undeniably , one of the greatest masters of the English Language , who have committed thought to writing . In addition to his happy choice ...
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... deep purples and crimsons streamed the golden light ; emblazonries of heavenly illumination ( from the sun ) mingling with the earthly emblazonries ( from art and its gorgeous coloring ) of what is grandest in man . There were the ...
... deep purples and crimsons streamed the golden light ; emblazonries of heavenly illumination ( from the sun ) mingling with the earthly emblazonries ( from art and its gorgeous coloring ) of what is grandest in man . There were the ...
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... deep chords from some accompaniment in the bass , I saw through the wide central field of the window , where the glass was uncolored , white , fleecy clouds sailing over the azure depths of the sky were it but a frag- ment or a hint of ...
... deep chords from some accompaniment in the bass , I saw through the wide central field of the window , where the glass was uncolored , white , fleecy clouds sailing over the azure depths of the sky were it but a frag- ment or a hint of ...
Side 24
... deeper solitude , through which already he has passed , and of another solitude deeper still , through which he has to pass : reflex of one solitude - prefiguration of another . O burden of solitude , that cleavest to man through every ...
... deeper solitude , through which already he has passed , and of another solitude deeper still , through which he has to pass : reflex of one solitude - prefiguration of another . O burden of solitude , that cleavest to man through every ...
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... Deep is the solitude of those who , under secret griefs , have none to pity them . Deep is the solitude of those who , fighting with doubts or darkness , have none to counsel them . But deeper than the deepest of these solitudes is that ...
... Deep is the solitude of those who , under secret griefs , have none to pity them . Deep is the solitude of those who , fighting with doubts or darkness , have none to counsel them . But deeper than the deepest of these solitudes is that ...
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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