Confessions of an English Opium-eaterW. Smith, 1847 - 49 стор. |
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... fair pro- portions and a gliding grace . For a long time they had no names . They were like unrecorded wild flowers , known at sight , on which the heart heaps all sweet epithets . Their foster - parents spoke of them to strangers as ...
... fair pro- portions and a gliding grace . For a long time they had no names . They were like unrecorded wild flowers , known at sight , on which the heart heaps all sweet epithets . Their foster - parents spoke of them to strangers as ...
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... fair pro- portions and a gliding grace . For a long time they had no names . They were like unrecorded wild flowers , known at sight , on which the heart heaps all sweet epithets . Their foster - parents spoke of them to strangers as ...
... fair pro- portions and a gliding grace . For a long time they had no names . They were like unrecorded wild flowers , known at sight , on which the heart heaps all sweet epithets . Their foster - parents spoke of them to strangers as ...
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... fair pro- portions and a gliding grace . For a long time they had no names . They were like unrecorded wild flowers , known at sight , on which the heart heaps all sweet epithets . Their foster - parents spoke of them to strangers as ...
... fair pro- portions and a gliding grace . For a long time they had no names . They were like unrecorded wild flowers , known at sight , on which the heart heaps all sweet epithets . Their foster - parents spoke of them to strangers as ...
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... fair children , wreathing their favourite kid with gar- lands , under the shadow of the trees , or splashing about , like infant Naiades , in the mountain brook . On the hill side , near their rustic home , was a goat's head and horns ...
... fair children , wreathing their favourite kid with gar- lands , under the shadow of the trees , or splashing about , like infant Naiades , in the mountain brook . On the hill side , near their rustic home , was a goat's head and horns ...
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... fair . The Scamander flowed silverly through a verdant valley girdled by an amphitheatre of richly - wooded moun- tains . Europe and Asia smiled at each other across the bright waters of the Ægean , while the lovely islands of Imbros ...
... fair . The Scamander flowed silverly through a verdant valley girdled by an amphitheatre of richly - wooded moun- tains . Europe and Asia smiled at each other across the bright waters of the Ægean , while the lovely islands of Imbros ...
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Сторінка 68 - ... of 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, at once discovered : happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat...
Сторінка 73 - 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 69 - Of these I have about five thousand, collected gradually since my eighteenth year. Therefore, painter, put as many as you can into this room. Make it populous with books, and, furthermore, paint me a good fire; and furniture plain and modest, befitting the unpretending cottage of a scholar.
Сторінка 72 - Asiatic things, of their institutions, histories — above all, of their mythologies, &c. — is so impressive, that to me the vast age of the race and name overpowers the sense of youth in the individual. A young Chinese seems to me an antediluvian man renewed. Even Englishmen, though not bred in any knowledge of such institutions, cannot but shudder at the mystic sublimity of castes that have flowed apart, and refused to mix, through such immemorial tracts of time...
Сторінка 72 - Fuseli in modern times, that they thought proper to eat raw meat for the sake of obtaining splendid dreams: how much better for such a purpose to have eaten opium, which yet I do not remember that any poet is recorded to have done, except • the dramatist Shadwell : and in ancient days, j Homer is, I think, rightly reputed to have known the virtues of opium.
Сторінка 69 - ... to its effects. But this is not so : it is by the re-action of the mind upon the notices of the ear, (the matter coming by the senses, the form from the mind) that the pleasure is constructed : and therefore it is that people of equally good ear differ so much in this point from one another.
Сторінка 69 - I am surprised to see people overlook it, and think it matter of congratulation that winter is going, or, if coming, is not likely to be a severe one On the contrary, I put up a petition, annually, for as much snow, hail, frost, or storm of one kind or other, as the skies can possibly afford us.
Сторінка 70 - I feared to exercise this faculty ; for, as Midas turned all things to gold, that yet baffled his hopes and defrauded his human desires, so whatsoever things capable of being visually represented I did but think of in the darkness, immediately shaped themselves into phantoms of the eye...