De Quincey's WritingsTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1850 |
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... in the room . For the last year and a half this room had been my " pensive citadel : " here I had read and studied through all the hours of night ; and , though true it was , that for the latter part of this time I , 8 CONFESSIONS OF AN.
... in the room . For the last year and a half this room had been my " pensive citadel : " here I had read and studied through all the hours of night ; and , though true it was , that for the latter part of this time I , 8 CONFESSIONS OF AN.
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... hours in the midst of general dejection . I wept as I looked round on the chair , hearth , writing - table , and other familiar objects , knowing too certainly that I looked upon them for the last time . Whilst I write this , it is ...
... hours in the midst of general dejection . I wept as I looked round on the chair , hearth , writing - table , and other familiar objects , knowing too certainly that I looked upon them for the last time . Whilst I write this , it is ...
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... hour ; and this turned out a very unfortunate occurrence for me ; because , living henceforward at inns , I was drained of my money very rapidly . In a fortnight I was reduced to short allowance ; that is , I could allow myself only one ...
... hour ; and this turned out a very unfortunate occurrence for me ; because , living henceforward at inns , I was drained of my money very rapidly . In a fortnight I was reduced to short allowance ; that is , I could allow myself only one ...
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... hours of darkness . The house was large ; and , from the want of furniture , the noise of the rats made a prodigious echoing on the spacious staircase and hall ; and , amidst the real fleshly ills of cold , and , I fear , hunger , the ...
... hours of darkness . The house was large ; and , from the want of furniture , the noise of the rats made a prodigious echoing on the spacious staircase and hall ; and , amidst the real fleshly ills of cold , and , I fear , hunger , the ...
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... hours . But my sleep distressed me more than my watching ; for , besides the tumultuousness of my dreams ( which were only not so awful as those which I shall have to describe hereafter as produced by opium , ) my sleep was never more ...
... hours . But my sleep distressed me more than my watching ; for , besides the tumultuousness of my dreams ( which were only not so awful as those which I shall have to describe hereafter as produced by opium , ) my sleep was never more ...
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affecting amongst Anastasius ayah beatific beauty brain Brocken called casuistry child childhood clouds Confessions connected crack of doom creature darkness death deep dreadful dreams drol earth English Eton Euripides experience expression eyes face fear feelings grave Grecian grief guardian happiness heard heart heaven hope horror hour human incident intellectual lady Latin laudanum less Levana London look magician Malay Merionethshire mighty mind misery mysterious nature never night Obeah occasion oftentimes once opium opium-eater Oxford Street painful palimpsest passed passion perhaps periphrasis person pleasure poor present reader reason rest rience ropes seemed sense servant silent sister sleep solitary solitude sometimes sorrow spirit stood sublime suddenly suffering summer suppose suspiria sweet thee thing thou thought thousand tion torpor truth vast vellum whilst whole words yellow admirals young youthful
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Сторінка 179 - We meekly beseech thee, O Father, to raise us from the death of sin unto the life of righteousness; that, when we shall depart this life, we may rest in him, as our hope is this our brother doth...
Сторінка 104 - I was stared at, hooted at, grinned at, chattered at, by monkeys, by paroquets, by cockatoos. I ran into pagodas; and was fixed for centuries at the summit, or in secret rooms; I was the idol; I was the priest; I was worshipped; I was sacrificed.
Сторінка 110 - ... and heart-breaking partings, and then — everlasting farewells! and with a sigh, such as the caves of hell sighed when the incestuous mother uttered the abhorred name of death, the sound was reverberated — everlasting farewells! and again, and yet again reverberated — everlasting farewells! And I awoke in struggles, and cried aloud — "I will sleep no more!
Сторінка 52 - ... the world within me ! That my pains had vanished, was now a trifle in my eyes : — this negative effect was swallowed up in the immensity of those positive effects which had opened before me — in the abyss of divine enjoyment thus suddenly revealed. Here was a panacea — a ^UMO-/ nviyStt for all human woes: here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages...
Сторінка 152 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Сторінка 210 - She also carries a key ; but she needs it little. For her kingdom is chiefly amongst the tents of Shem, and the houseless vagrant of every clime. Yet in the very highest...
Сторінка 103 - ... faces, imploring, wrathful, despairing, surged upwards by thousands, by myriads, by generations, by centuries : — my agitation was infinite, — my mind tossed— and surged with the ocean.
Сторінка 210 - But the third sister, who is also the youngest ! — Hush ! whisper whilst we talk of her\ Her kingdom is not large, or else no flesh should live ; but within that kingdom all power is hers. Her head, turreted like that of Cybele, rises almost beyond the reach of sight. She droops not; and her eyes, rising so high, might be hidden by distance. But, being what they are, they cannot be hidden ; through the treble veil of crape which she wears, the fierce light of a blazing misery, that rests not for...
Сторінка 68 - O just and righteous opium! that to the chancery of dreams, summonest for the triumphs of despairing innocence, false witnesses, and confoundest perjury, and dost reverse the sentences of unrighteous judges; thou buildest upon the bosom of darkness, out of the fantastic imagery of the brain, cities and temples, beyond the art of Phidias and Praxiteles — beyond the splendours of Babylon and Hekatompylos; and from the "anarchy of dreaming sleep...