De Quincey's Confessions of an English Opium-eaterD.C. Heath, 1898 - 243 sider |
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Side viii
... , and to guide him into the comparative study of literature by directing him , as far as possible , to the sources of the quotations , and by ex- plaining the obscure allusions in which the discursive mind of viii EDITOR'S PREFACE .
... , and to guide him into the comparative study of literature by directing him , as far as possible , to the sources of the quotations , and by ex- plaining the obscure allusions in which the discursive mind of viii EDITOR'S PREFACE .
Side ix
Thomas De Quincey George Armstrong Wauchope. plaining the obscure allusions in which the discursive mind of the author delighted to indulge . At the same time , it is im- portant for the student's scholarship that he should not be ...
Thomas De Quincey George Armstrong Wauchope. plaining the obscure allusions in which the discursive mind of the author delighted to indulge . At the same time , it is im- portant for the student's scholarship that he should not be ...
Side xi
... mind ? In the teaching of literature , there is need for greater definiteness in the assignment of work . The importance of this holds second place only to enthusiasm . How common it is to hear students say : " I have enjoyed such and ...
... mind ? In the teaching of literature , there is need for greater definiteness in the assignment of work . The importance of this holds second place only to enthusiasm . How common it is to hear students say : " I have enjoyed such and ...
Side xvi
... mind that his range of subjects was almost without limit . Dr. Johnson's famous epitaph on Goldsmith , the best all - round man of letters of his age , is equally true of De Quincey : " He left almost no kind of writing untouched , and ...
... mind that his range of subjects was almost without limit . Dr. Johnson's famous epitaph on Goldsmith , the best all - round man of letters of his age , is equally true of De Quincey : " He left almost no kind of writing untouched , and ...
Side xviii
... mind of the reader with its subtile power . Even when we cannot accept the soundness of his conclusions on philosophical questions , or the accuracy of his statements in the historical and biographical essays , we de- light in ...
... mind of the reader with its subtile power . Even when we cannot accept the soundness of his conclusions on philosophical questions , or the accuracy of his statements in the historical and biographical essays , we de- light in ...
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Side 215 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Side 136 - 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.
Side 142 - Some greater interest was at stake, some mightier cause, than ever yet the sword had pleaded, or trumpet had proclaimed. Then came sudden alarms; hurryings to and fro; trepidations of innumerable fugitives, I knew not whether from the good cause or the bad; darkness and lights; tempest and human faces; and at last, with the sense that all was lost, female forms, and the features that were worth all the world to me; and but a moment allowed — and clasped hands, with heartbreaking partings, and then...
Side 141 - ... issue. I, as is usual in dreams (where of necessity we make ourselves central to every movement), had the power, and yet had not the power to decide it. I had the power, if I could raise myself to will it, and yet, again, had not the power ; for the weight of twenty Atlantics was upon me, or the oppression of inexpiable guilt. ' Deeper than ever plummet sounded,
Side 181 - Que la trompette du jugement dernier sonne quand elle voudra, je viendrai, ce livre à la main, me présenter devant le souverain juge. Je dirai hautement : Voilà ce que j'ai fait, ce que j'ai pensé, ce que je fus.
Side 65 - I took it:— and in an hour, oh heavens! what a revulsion! what an upheaving, from its lowest depths, of the inner spirit! what an apocalypse 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.
Side 133 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into splendour — without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed ; there, towers begirt With battlements...
Side 130 - ... just as the stars seem to withdraw before the common light of day, whereas in fact we all know that it is the light which is drawn over them as a veil, and that they are waiting to be revealed when the obscuring daylight shall have withdrawn.
Side 129 - The minutest incidents of childhood, or forgotten scenes of later years, were often revived. I could not be said to recollect them; for, if I had been told of them when waking, I should not have been able to acknowledge them as parts of my past experience.
Side 158 - Hers is the meekness that belongs to the hopeless. Murmur she may, but it is in her sleep. Whisper she may, but it is to herself in the twilight. Mutter she does at times, but it is in solitary places that are desolate as she is desolate, in ruined cities, and when the sun has gone down to his rest.