The Collected Writings of Thomas De Quincey, Bind 2Adam and Charles Black, 1889 |
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... happened that some book , or set of books , -- that passion being absolutely endless , and inexorable as the grave , -stepped between me and my intentions ; until one day , upon arranging my toilet hastily before dinner , I suddenly ...
... happened that some book , or set of books , -- that passion being absolutely endless , and inexorable as the grave , -stepped between me and my intentions ; until one day , upon arranging my toilet hastily before dinner , I suddenly ...
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... happened to be the Bishop of Bangor , was not held to rank much above his brothers in office . Such being the rank of heads generally , à fortiori , that of Christ Church was to be had in reverence ; and this I knew . He is always , ex ...
... happened to be the Bishop of Bangor , was not held to rank much above his brothers in office . Such being the rank of heads generally , à fortiori , that of Christ Church was to be had in reverence ; and this I knew . He is always , ex ...
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... happened that I did not become a member of Christ Church.1 A few days passed in thoughtless indecision . At the end of that time , a trivial difficulty arose to settle my determina- tion . I had brought about fifty guineas to Oxford ...
... happened that I did not become a member of Christ Church.1 A few days passed in thoughtless indecision . At the end of that time , a trivial difficulty arose to settle my determina- tion . I had brought about fifty guineas to Oxford ...
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... happened ( it may be ten years ago ) to present himself one day at Trinity ( the leading college of Cambridge ) , for the purpose of introducing Lord F -ch , his son , as a future member of that splendid society . Possibly it mortified ...
... happened ( it may be ten years ago ) to present himself one day at Trinity ( the leading college of Cambridge ) , for the purpose of introducing Lord F -ch , his son , as a future member of that splendid society . Possibly it mortified ...
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... happened to mention that , on such a day ( my birth - day ) , I had turned aside from Oxford - street to look at the house in question . I will now add that this house was in Greek - street : so much it may be safe to say . But every ...
... happened to mention that , on such a day ( my birth - day ) , I had turned aside from Oxford - street to look at the house in question . I will now add that this house was in Greek - street : so much it may be safe to say . But every ...
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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 248 - 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 254 - 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 bellowing, and the hunted hare.
Side 195 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Side 196 - Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan; Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Side 278 - 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 444 - 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 285 - The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Side 131 - I were to linger upon this, the 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 140 - 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 227 - She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam'd 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. I saw her upon nearer view...