The Collected Writings of Thomas De Quincey, Bind 2A. & C. Black, 1896 |
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... beauty attained ? By no means ; all the difference , sensibly perceived , lay in the occasional constraints and affectations to which the writer had been driven by his self - imposed necessities . The same chimera exists in Germany ...
... beauty attained ? By no means ; all the difference , sensibly perceived , lay in the occasional constraints and affectations to which the writer had been driven by his self - imposed necessities . The same chimera exists in Germany ...
Side 74
... beauty over the whole too painful subject . To place the horrors in high relief could here have answered no purpose but that of wanton cruelty ; whereas , with the Christian hopes , the very saddest memorials of the havocks made by ...
... beauty over the whole too painful subject . To place the horrors in high relief could here have answered no purpose but that of wanton cruelty ; whereas , with the Christian hopes , the very saddest memorials of the havocks made by ...
Side 105
... beauty and of vast extent , is more like a work of nature than of man , is , prima facie , of no value . A philosophy of space might be false which should harmonize with the facts of geometry - it must be false if it contradict them ...
... beauty and of vast extent , is more like a work of nature than of man , is , prima facie , of no value . A philosophy of space might be false which should harmonize with the facts of geometry - it must be false if it contradict them ...
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... beauty as yet unsuspected amongst men . I may here mention that , precisely at the same time , Professor Wilson , entirely unconnected with myself , and not even known to me until ten years later , received the same startling and ...
... beauty as yet unsuspected amongst men . I may here mention that , precisely at the same time , Professor Wilson , entirely unconnected with myself , and not even known to me until ten years later , received the same startling and ...
Side 144
... beauty the memorable expression " a weed of glorious feature , " thought it necessary to acknowledge it as originally belong- ing to Spenser . Some dozens of similar cases might be adduced from Milton . But Coleridge , when saying of re ...
... beauty the memorable expression " a weed of glorious feature , " thought it necessary to acknowledge it as originally belong- ing to Spenser . Some dozens of similar cases might be adduced from Milton . But Coleridge , when saying of re ...
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The Collected Writings of Thomas De Quincey, Bind 2 Thomas De Quincey,David Masson Fuld visning - 1896 |
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Side 256 - Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired...
Side 208 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all...
Side 262 - All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, - the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
Side 234 - One window there was — a perfect and unpretending cottage window, with little diamond panes, embowered at almost every season of the year with roses, and in the summer and autumn with a profusion of jasmine and other fragrant shrubs.
Side 148 - I recognized my object. This was Coleridge. I examined him steadfastly for a minute or more ; and it struck me that he saw neither myself nor any other object in the street.
Side 446 - When Mrs. Siddons came into the room, there happened to be no chair ready for her, which he observing, said with a smile, ' Madam, you who so often occasion a want of seats to other people, will the more easily excuse the want of one yourself.
Side 137 - ... greatest event in the unfolding of my own mind. Let me say in one word, that, at a period when neither the one nor the other writer was valued by the public — both having a long warfare to accomplish of contumely and ridicule, before they could rise into their present estimation — I found in these poems " the ray of a new morning," and an absolute revelation of untrodden worlds, teeming with power and beauty, as yet unsuspected amongst men.
Side 135 - I mourned with thousands, but as one More deeply grieved, for He was gone Whose light I hailed when first it shone. And showed my youth How Yerse may build a princely throne On humble truth.
Side 235 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Side 282 - When she I loved was strong and gay, And like a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath the evening Moon. Upon the Moon I fixed my eye, All over the wide lea : My Horse trudged on — and we drew nigh Those paths so dear to me. And now we reached the orchard plot ; And, as we climbed the hill, Towards the roof of Lucy's cot The Moon descended still.