De Quincey's Writings, Bind 9Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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Side 44
... Such an angel , such a man , if ever such there were , —such a lunatic angel , such a ruined man , was Shelley , whilst yet standing on the earliest threshold of life . - - - Mr. Gilfillan , whose eye is quick to 44 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY .
... Such an angel , such a man , if ever such there were , —such a lunatic angel , such a ruined man , was Shelley , whilst yet standing on the earliest threshold of life . - - - Mr. Gilfillan , whose eye is quick to 44 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY .
Side 48
... standing of Shelley's family . Already it was whispered that any man of obscure connections would have been visited for his Atheism , whether writing to Golgotha or not . And this whisper would have strengthened , had any further ...
... standing of Shelley's family . Already it was whispered that any man of obscure connections would have been visited for his Atheism , whether writing to Golgotha or not . And this whisper would have strengthened , had any further ...
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... standing about half a mile out of Keswick , on the Penrith road ; more , I believe , in that friend's intention for the sake of bringing them easily within his hospitalities , than for any beauty in the place . There was , however , a ...
... standing about half a mile out of Keswick , on the Penrith road ; more , I believe , in that friend's intention for the sake of bringing them easily within his hospitalities , than for any beauty in the place . There was , however , a ...
Side 65
... this dreadful tale in the angelic nature of Beatrice , as revealed in the portrait of her by Guido . Everybody who has read with under- " - standing the Wallenstein ' of Schiller , is aware of 5 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . 65.
... this dreadful tale in the angelic nature of Beatrice , as revealed in the portrait of her by Guido . Everybody who has read with under- " - standing the Wallenstein ' of Schiller , is aware of 5 PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . 65.
Side 66
Thomas De Quincey James Thomas Fields. standing the Wallenstein ' of Schiller , is aware of the repose and the divine relief arising upon a background of so much darkness , such a tumult of ruffians , bloody intriguers , and assassins ...
Thomas De Quincey James Thomas Fields. standing the Wallenstein ' of Schiller , is aware of the repose and the divine relief arising upon a background of so much darkness , such a tumult of ruffians , bloody intriguers , and assassins ...
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absolutely accident Addison amongst Atheism Atossa beauty Caleb Caleb Williams called character Christian connected Count Julian Dahra darkness deep diction didactic dreadful earth effect Eloisa ELOISA TO ABELARD England English evil expression fact faith Falkland false fancied feeling Foster frailty French French Revolution Gebir genius Gilfillan Goldsmith's grandeur Grasmere Hazlitt heart heaven honor human idea idolatry instance intellect interest Landor language literary literature Lord Byron Lucretius means Melancthon ments mind mode moral murder nation nature never NOTE novels object OLIVER GOLDSMITH once Oxford party passion Percy Bysshe Shelley philosophic poem poet poetic poetry political Pope Pope's popular Porson principle reader reason regards Roman satiric seems sense Shelley Shelley's social sometimes sorrow Southey speak spirit story suffered supposed sympathy things thou thought tion true truth utter Walter Savage Landor whilst whole word Wordsworth writer wrong
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Side 169 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Side 8 - The pleasure-house is dust : behind, before, This is no common waste, no common gloom ; But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. "She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known ; But at the coming of the milder day These monuments shall all be overgrown.
Side 251 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
Side 174 - For modes of faith, let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right; In faith and hope the world will disagree.
Side 37 - From an eternity of idleness I, God, awoke ; in seven days' toil made earth From nothing ; rested, and created man : I placed him in a paradise, and there Planted the tree of evil, so that he Might eat and perish, and my soul procure Wherewith to sate its malice, and to turn, Even like a heartless conqueror of the earth, All misery to my fame.
Side 49 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Side 146 - Scriptures speak not of the understanding, but of ' the understanding heart,' — making the heart, ie the great intuitive (or non-discursive) organ, to be the interchangeable formula for man in his highest state of capacity for the infinite. • Tragedy, romance, fairy tale, or epopee, all alike restore to man's mind the ideals of justice, of hope, of truth, of mercy, of retribution, which else (left to the support of daily life in its realities), would languish for want of sufficient illustration.
Side 38 - O almighty one, I tremble and obey ! " O Spirit ! centuries have set their seal On this heart of many wounds, and loaded brain, Since the Incarnate came : humbly he came, Veiling his horrible Godhead in the shape Of man, scorned by the world, his name unheard, Save by the rabble of his native town, Even as a parish demagogue.
Side 165 - NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, " Most women have no characters at all." Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, And best distinguish'd by black, brown, or fair. How many pictures of one nymph we view...
Side 168 - Calista prov'd her conduct nice, And good Simplicius asks of her advice. Sudden she storms ! she raves ! you tip the wink; But spare your censure ; Silia does not drink. All eyes may see from what the change arose ; All eyes may see — a pimple on her nose. Papillia, wedded to her amorous spark, Sighs for the shades —