The Collected Writings of Thomas De Quincey, Bind 2Adam and Charles Black, 1889 |
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... things that De Quincey ever wrote . It is probably on this account that the American Collective Edition of De Quincey , while gladly reprinting his Oxford paper , omits this one altogether . That , however , is scarcely allowable . Nor ...
... things that De Quincey ever wrote . It is probably on this account that the American Collective Edition of De Quincey , while gladly reprinting his Oxford paper , omits this one altogether . That , however , is scarcely allowable . Nor ...
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... things , the range and readiness of his erudition , the subtlety and originality of his speculative intellect , his faculty of poetic imagination , his power of mournful pathos on the one hand and the most whimsical humour on the other ...
... things , the range and readiness of his erudition , the subtlety and originality of his speculative intellect , his faculty of poetic imagination , his power of mournful pathos on the one hand and the most whimsical humour on the other ...
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... things , the range and readiness of his erudition , the subtlety and originality of his speculative intellect , his faculty of poetic imagination , his power of mournful pathos on the one hand and the most whimsical humour on the other ...
... things , the range and readiness of his erudition , the subtlety and originality of his speculative intellect , his faculty of poetic imagination , his power of mournful pathos on the one hand and the most whimsical humour on the other ...
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... things upon the scale of direct proximate utility rank not me : that arithmetica officina is in my ears abominable . But still I affirm that , in our analysis of an ordinary university , or " college , " as it is provincially called ...
... things upon the scale of direct proximate utility rank not me : that arithmetica officina is in my ears abominable . But still I affirm that , in our analysis of an ordinary university , or " college , " as it is provincially called ...
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... thing ; for the walls of the college are subservient to no purpose of life , but only to a purpose of convenience ; they converge the students for the hour or two of what is called lecture ; which over , each undergraduate again becomes ...
... thing ; for the walls of the college are subservient to no purpose of life , but only to a purpose of convenience ; they converge the students for the hour or two of what is called lecture ; which over , each undergraduate again becomes ...
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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...