De Quincey's works, Volumen3

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J. Hogg, 1854

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Página 229 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Página 332 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Página 210 - What is to be thought of her ? What is to be thought of the poor shepherd girl from the hills and forests of Lorraine, that like the Hebrew shepherd boy from the hills and forests of Judea — rose suddenly out of the quiet, out of the safety, out of the religious inspiration, rooted in deep pastoral solitudes, to a station in the van of armies, and to the more perilous station at the right hand of kings?
Página 210 - Vaucouleurs which celebrated in rapture the redemption of France. No! for her voice was then silent; no! for her feet were dust. Pure, innocent, noble-hearted girl! whom, from earliest youth, ever I believed in as full of truth and self-sacrifice, this was amongst the strongest pledges for thy...
Página 211 - Joanna knew that not the throne, nor he that sat upon it, was for her ; but, on the contrary, that she was for them ; not she by them, but they by her, should rise from the dust. Gorgeous were the lilies...
Página 199 - God called up from dreams a man into the vestibule of heaven, saying, ' Come thou hither and see the glory of my house.' And to the servants that stood around his throne he said, ' Take him and undress him from his robes of flesh ; cleanse his vision and put a new breath into his nostrils ; only touch not with any change his human heart — the heart that weeps and trembles.
Página 211 - Honors, if they come when all is over, are for those that share thy blood. Daughter of Domremy, when the gratitude of thy king shall awaken, thou wilt be sleeping the sleep of the dead. Call her, King of France, but she...
Página 201 - the angel solemnly demanded : " Is there indeed no end ? And is this the sorrow that kills you ?" But no voice answered, that he might answer himself. Then the angel threw up his glorious hands to the heaven of heavens; saying, " End is there none to the universe of God ? Lo ! also there is no Beginning.
Página 247 - Arabian deserts) from the fens of death — most of all are reflected the sweet countenances which the man has laid in ruins; therefore I know, bishop, that you also, entering your final dream, saw Domremy. That fountain, of which the witnesses spoke so much, showed itself to your eyes in pure morning dews; but neither dews, nor the holy dawn, could cleanse away the bright spots of innocent blood upon its surface. By the fountain, bishop, you saw a woman seated, that hid her face. But, as you draw...
Página 246 - ... her last breath to care for his own preservation, but to leave her to God. That girl, whose latest breath ascended in this sublime expression of selfoblivion, did not utter the word recant either with her lips or in her heart. No; she did not, though one should rise from the dead to swear it. *** * •*»• Bishop of Beauvais ! thy victim died in fire upon a scaffold — thou upon a down bed. But for the departing minutes of life, both are oftentimes alike. At the farewell crisis, when the gates...

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