Confessions of an English Opium-eater, and Suspiria de ProfundisTicknor and Fields, 1864 - Всего страниц: 288 |
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Confessions of an English Opium-eater ; And, Suspiria de Profundis Thomas De Quincey Полный просмотр - 1851 |
Confessions of an English Opium-eater, and Suspiria de Profundis Thomas De Quincey Полный просмотр - 1864 |
Confessions of an English Opium-eater ; And, Suspiria de Profundis Thomas De Quincey Полный просмотр - 1851 |
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Стр. 194 - Almighty God, with whom do live the spirits of those who depart hence in the Lord, and with whom the souls of the faithful, after they are delivered from the burden of the flesh, are in joy and felicity...
Стр. 193 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Стр. 168 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Стр. 118 - 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.
Стр. 108 - The opiumeater loses none of his moral sensibilities or aspirations. He wishes and longs as earnestly as ever to realize what he believes possible, and feels to be exacted by duty; but his intellectual apprehension of what is possible infinitely outruns his power, not of execution only, but even of power to attempt.
Стр. 95 - ... notion that we were going to sacrifice him to some English idol. No ; there was clearly no help for it : he took his leave, and for some days I felt anxious ; but as I never heard of any Malay being found dead, I became convinced that he was used to opium ; and that I must have done him the service I designed, by giving him one night of respite from the pains of wandering. This incident I have digressed to mention, because this Malay (partly from the picturesque exhibition he assisted to frame,...
Стр. 66 - 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...
Стр. 190 - From the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day, He learns to wean himself: for the strong hours Conquer him.
Стр. 242 - She, to my knowledge, sate all last summer by the bedside of the blind beggar, him that so often and so gladly I talked with, whose pious daughter, eight years old, with the sunny countenance, resisted the temptations of play and village mirth to travel all day long on dusty roads with her afflicted father. For this did God send her a great reward. In the spring-time of the year, and whilst yet her own spring was budding, he recalled her to himself.
Стр. 67 - Here was a panacea, a ^dp^aitov vrjTrevff^, 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-pocket ; portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint-bottle ; and peace of mind could be sent down in gallons by the mail-coach.