The Collected Writings of Thomas De Quincey, Bind 2A. & C. Black, 1896 |
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... honours , time - honoured , and , haply , it may be , time - shattered power -I owe thee nothing ! Of thy vast riches I took not a shilling , though living amongst multitudes who owed to thee their daily bread . Not the less I owe thee ...
... honours , time - honoured , and , haply , it may be , time - shattered power -I owe thee nothing ! Of thy vast riches I took not a shilling , though living amongst multitudes who owed to thee their daily bread . Not the less I owe thee ...
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... that one college of this University was greater in its power and splendour , that it glorified and illustrated the honours of literature more con- spicuously by the pomps with which it invested the ministers OXFORD 15.
... that one college of this University was greater in its power and splendour , that it glorified and illustrated the honours of literature more con- spicuously by the pomps with which it invested the ministers OXFORD 15.
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... honour , even where they answer no purpose of direct use . Next after the service of religion , I would have the service of learning externally embellished , recommended to the affections of men , and hallowed by the votive sculptures ...
... honour , even where they answer no purpose of direct use . Next after the service of religion , I would have the service of learning externally embellished , recommended to the affections of men , and hallowed by the votive sculptures ...
Side 17
... Honour has thus far been rendered to the good cause by a public attestation , and that is well but no direct pro- motion has been given to that cause , no impulse communi- cated to its progress , such that it can be held out as a result ...
... Honour has thus far been rendered to the good cause by a public attestation , and that is well but no direct pro- motion has been given to that cause , no impulse communi- cated to its progress , such that it can be held out as a result ...
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... honour lie in the military profession or in the diplomatic . We English , haters and revilers of ourselves beyond all precedent , disparagers of our own eminent advantages beyond all sufferance of honour or good sense , and daily ...
... honour lie in the military profession or in the diplomatic . We English , haters and revilers of ourselves beyond all precedent , disparagers of our own eminent advantages beyond all sufferance of honour or good sense , and daily ...
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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.