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" The weather was dry, the sky was cloudless, the blue depths seemed the express types of infinity; and it was not possible for eye to behold, or for heart to conceive, any symbols more pathetic of life and the glory of life. "
Bentley's Miscellany - Страница 214
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Blackwood's Magazine, Том 57

1845 - 816 страници
...unimaginable trance And agony, which caunot be remember'd." — Speech of Alhadra in Cdcriit,je't Rtmorst. of infinity ; and it was not possible for eye to behold...symbols more pathetic of life and the glory of life. Let me panse for one instant in approaching a remembrance so affecting and revolutionary for my own...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 57

1845 - 816 страници
...trance And agony, which cannot be remcmber'A" — S¿*ec/i of Aliviara in Cvleridge'i Remortt. 278 of infinity ; and it was not possible for eye to behold...symbols more pathetic of life and the glory of life. Let me panse for one instant in approaching a remembrance so affecting and revolutionary for my own...

The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp].

Robert Kemp Philp - 1865 - 1220 страници
...dry, the sky was cloudless, the blue depths seemed the express types of iufinity, and it was «• possible for eye to behold, or for heart to conceive,...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....

De Quincey's Writings

Thomas De Quincey - 1850 - 316 страници
...torrents of splendor. The weather was dry, the sky was cloudless, the blue depths seemed the express types of infinity ; and it was not possible for eye...symbols more pathetic of life and the glory of life. Let me pause for one instant in approaching a remembrance so affecting and revolutionary for my own...

Confessions of an English Opium-eater: And Suspiria de Profundis

Thomas De Quincey - 1850 - 300 страници
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Confessions of an English Opium-eater: And Suspiria de Profundis

Thomas De Quincey - 1850 - 324 страници
...feelings and images of death were entangled with those of summer, I return to the bedchamber of my sister. From the gorgeous sunlight I turned round to the corpse....lay the sweet childish figure, there the angel face ; and, as people usually fancy, it was said in the house that no features had sufTered any change....

De Quincey's Writings: Life and manners; from The autobiography of an ...

Thomas De Quincey - 1853 - 396 страници
...torrents of splendor. The weather was dry, the sky was cloudless, the blue depths seemed the express types of infinity ; and it was not possible for eye...symbols more pathetic of life and the glory of life. Let me pause for one instant in approaching a remembrance so affecting for my own mind, to mention,...

Macphail's Edinburgh ecclesiastical journal and literary review, Томове 15–16

1853 - 796 страници
...torrents of splendour. The weather was dry, the sky was cloudless, the blue depths seemed the express types of infinity ; and it was not possible for eye...symbols more pathetic of life and the glory of life " Let me pause for one instant in approaching a remembrance so affecting for my own mind, to mention,...

De Quincey's Writings: Confessions of an English opium-eater, and Suspiria ...

Thomas De Quincey - 1853 - 290 страници
...and images of death were entangled with those of summer, I return to the bed-chamber of my sister. From the gorgeous sunlight I turned round to the corpse....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...

Autobiographic Sketches

Thomas De Quincey - 1853 - 404 страници
...Jerusalem, let me come back to the bed chamber of my sister. From the gorgeous sunlight I turned around 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....




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