De Quincey's Writings: Autobiographic sketches. 1853Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 138 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Pagina 188 - Again the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain, and showeth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them ; and saith unto him, All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me.
Pagina 143 - BELSHAZZAR the king made a great feast to a thousand of his lords, and drank wine before the thousand. Belshazzar, whiles he tasted the wine, commanded to bring the golden and silver vessels which his father Nebuchadnezzar had taken out of the temple which was in Jerusalem ; that the king, and his princes, his wives, and his concubines, might drink therein.
Pagina 143 - Witch. WHEN shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain ? 2 Witch.
Pagina 188 - Thence to the gates cast round thine eye, and see What conflux issuing forth, or entering in ; Praetors, proconsuls to their provinces Hasting, or on return, in robes of state, Lictors and rods, the ensigns of their power, Legions and cohorts, turms of horse and wings: Or embassies from regions far remote, In various habits, on the Appian road...
Pagina 386 - Boards $2.00. In Separate Volumes, each 75 cents. VOICES OF THE NIGHT. BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS. SPANISH STUDENT; A PLAY IN THREE ACTS. BELFRY OF BRUGES, AND OTHER POEMS. EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE.
Pagina 41 - From the gorgeous sunlight I turned round to the corpse. There lay the sweet childish figure ; there the angel face ; and, as people usually fancy, it was said in the house that no features had suffered any change. Had they not? The forehead, indeed — the serene and noble forehead — that might be the same ; but the frozen eyelids, the darkness that seemed to steal from beneath them, the marble lips, the stiffening hands, laid palm to palm, as if repeating the supplications of closing anguish...
Pagina 43 - A vault seemed to open in the zenith of the far blue sky, a shaft which ran up for ever. I, in spirit, rose as if on billows that also ran up the shaft for ever ; and the billows seemed to pursue the throne of God ; but that also ran before us and fled away continually.
Pagina 42 - ... the saddest that ear ever heard. It was a wind that might have swept the fields of mortality for a thousand centuries,/" Many times since, upon summer days, when the sun is about the hottest, I have remarked the same wind arising and uttering the same hollow, solemn, Memnonian, but saintly swell : it is in this world the one great audible symbol of eternity. And three times in my life have I happened to hear the same sound in the same circumstances — namely, when standing between an open window...
Pagina 251 - ... guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final day: Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great, is passed away.