Confessions of an English Opium-eaterW. Smith, 1847 - 49 стор. |
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... round it , and the clematis wreathed it with flowery festoons , like the architectural ornaments of a temple . A thrush had built her nest between the horns ; and a little rill gushed from the rock , in a cleft of which the pole was ...
... round it , and the clematis wreathed it with flowery festoons , like the architectural ornaments of a temple . A thrush had built her nest between the horns ; and a little rill gushed from the rock , in a cleft of which the pole was ...
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... round he came to be known by the name of Alexander , or the Defender . event The echo of his fame flattered the pride of his foster - father , who often predicted for him a career of greatness ; but poor none wept at these periods of ...
... round he came to be known by the name of Alexander , or the Defender . event The echo of his fame flattered the pride of his foster - father , who often predicted for him a career of greatness ; but poor none wept at these periods of ...
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... round her head . Her eyes lighted up with a singular inward radiance , and she exclaimed joy- fully , " I like that . It makes me feel strong . " Corythus gazed anxiously into her eyes , and a superstitious fear crossed his mind that ...
... round her head . Her eyes lighted up with a singular inward radiance , and she exclaimed joy- fully , " I like that . It makes me feel strong . " Corythus gazed anxiously into her eyes , and a superstitious fear crossed his mind that ...
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... round the forehead with a golden fillet , and falls in waves almost to her feet . She is very beautiful , and very vain of her beauty . " " How then is it that she will consent to marry me , a poor shepherd ? " " You are the son of a ...
... round the forehead with a golden fillet , and falls in waves almost to her feet . She is very beautiful , and very vain of her beauty . " " How then is it that she will consent to marry me , a poor shepherd ? " " You are the son of a ...
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... round him , laughing and throwing perfumes as they go , and he thinks not of us . He would have loved our little Corythus , if he had known him . " " Thank the gods for that ! " said Arisba within herself ; " for I would not like to ...
... round him , laughing and throwing perfumes as they go , and he thinks not of us . He would have loved our little Corythus , if he had known him . " " Thank the gods for that ! " said Arisba within herself ; " for I would not like to ...
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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...