De Quincey's WritingsTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1850 |
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... spirits ; and wages rising , it may be thought that this practice would cease : but , as I do not readily believe that any man , having once tasted the divine luxuries of opium , will afterwards descend to the gross and mortal ...
... spirits ; and wages rising , it may be thought that this practice would cease : but , as I do not readily believe that any man , having once tasted the divine luxuries of opium , will afterwards descend to the gross and mortal ...
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... spirit of hope and pleasure makes it virtually infinite . It is a just remark of Dr. Johnson's ( and what cannot often be said of his remarks , it is a very feeling one , ) that we never do any thing consciously for the last time , ( of ...
... spirit of hope and pleasure makes it virtually infinite . It is a just remark of Dr. Johnson's ( and what cannot often be said of his remarks , it is a very feeling one , ) that we never do any thing consciously for the last time , ( of ...
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... spirit , are not there to trouble its sanctity . I dressed myself , took my hat and gloves , and lingered a little in the room . For the last year and a half this room had been my " pensive citadel : " here I had read and studied ...
... spirit , are not there to trouble its sanctity . I dressed myself , took my hat and gloves , and lingered a little in the room . For the last year and a half this room had been my " pensive citadel : " here I had read and studied ...
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... spirit of manners naturally communi- cates itself to their domestics , and other dependents . Now , my landlady had been a lady's maid , or a nurse , in the family of the Bishop of ; and had but lately married away and " settled " ( as ...
... spirit of manners naturally communi- cates itself to their domestics , and other dependents . Now , my landlady had been a lady's maid , or a nurse , in the family of the Bishop of ; and had but lately married away and " settled " ( as ...
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... me into Soho Square . Thither we went ; and we sate down on the steps of a house , which , to this hour , I never pass without a pang of grief , and an inner ― act of homage to the spirit of that unhappy girl 26 CONFESSIONS OF AN.
... me into Soho Square . Thither we went ; and we sate down on the steps of a house , which , to this hour , I never pass without a pang of grief , and an inner ― act of homage to the spirit of that unhappy girl 26 CONFESSIONS OF AN.
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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 177 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
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...