De Quincey's WritingsTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1850 |
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... 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 meal a day ...
... 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 meal a day ...
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... turned aside from my evening walk , down Oxford Street , purposely to take a glance at it : it is now occupied by a respectable fam- ily ; and , by the lights in the front drawing - room , I observed a domestic party , assembled perhaps ...
... turned aside from my evening walk , down Oxford Street , purposely to take a glance at it : it is now occupied by a respectable fam- ily ; and , by the lights in the front drawing - room , I observed a domestic party , assembled perhaps ...
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... It must then have been nearly midnight ; but so slowly did I creep along , that I heard a clock in a cot- tage strike four before I turned down the lane from Slough to Eaton . The air and the sleep had ENGLISH OPIUM - EATER . 37.
... It must then have been nearly midnight ; but so slowly did I creep along , that I heard a clock in a cot- tage strike four before I turned down the lane from Slough to Eaton . The air and the sleep had ENGLISH OPIUM - EATER . 37.
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... turned in its blindness nineteen years ago , I think that , though blind indeed , and scattered to the winds of late , the promptings of my heart may yet have had refer- ence to a remoter time , and may be justified if read in another ...
... turned in its blindness nineteen years ago , I think that , though blind indeed , and scattered to the winds of late , the promptings of my heart may yet have had refer- ence to a remoter time , and may be justified if read in another ...
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... turned to me what seemed to be a real copper half- penny , taken out of a real wooden drawer . Neverthe- less , in spite of such indications of humanity , he has ever since existed in my mind as a beatific vision of an immortal druggist ...
... turned to me what seemed to be a real copper half- penny , taken out of a real wooden drawer . Neverthe- less , in spite of such indications of humanity , he has ever since existed in my mind as a beatific vision of an immortal druggist ...
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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...