Essays on Style, Rhetoric, and Language

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Allyn, 1893 - 251 էջ

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Էջ 173 - As long as our sovereign lord the king, and his faithful subjects, the lords and commons of this realm — the triple cord which no man can break...
Էջ 173 - State, shall, like the proud Keep of Windsor, rising in the majesty of proportion, and girt with the double belt of its kindred and coeval towers...
Էջ 238 - ... what you owe, is power, that is, exercise and expansion to your own latent capacity of sympathy with the infinite, where every pulse and each separate influx is a step upwards — a step ascending as upon a Jacob's ladder from earth to mysterious altitudes above the earth. All the steps of knowledge, from first to last, carry you further on the same plane, but could never raise you one foot above your ancient level of earth : whereas, the very first step in power is a flight — is an ascending...
Էջ 173 - ... rights; the joint and several securities, each in its place and order, for every kind and every quality of property and of dignity - as long as these endure, so long the Duke of Bedford is safe: and we are all safe together - the high from the blights of envy and the spoliations of rapacity; the low from the iron hand of oppression and the insolent spurn of contempt.
Էջ 174 - ... each other's rights; the joint and several securities, each in its place and order for every kind and every quality of property and of dignity,— as long as these endure so long the Duke of Bedford is safe, and we are all safe together; the high from the blights of envy and the spoliation of rapacity; the low from the iron hand of oppression and the insolent spurn of contempt. . Amen ! and so be it: and so it will be, ' Dum domus ^Eneae Capitoli immobile saxum Accolet; imperiumque pater Romanus...
Էջ 155 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels.in the carcanet.
Էջ 59 - Standing on one leg you may accomplish this. The labour of composition begins when you have to put your separate threads of thought into a loom ; to weave them into a continuous whole ; to connect, to introduce them ; to blow them out or expand them ; to carry them to a close.
Էջ 238 - What do you learn from a cookery-book ? Something new, something that you did not know before, in every paragraph. But would you therefore put the wretched cookery-book on a higher level of estimation than the divine poem ? What you owe to Milton is not any knowledge, of which a million separate items are still but a million of advancing steps on the same earthly level; what you owe is power, — that is, exercise and expansion to your own latent capacity of sympathy with the infinite, where every...
Էջ 160 - Now, since these dead bones have already outlasted the living ones of Methuselah, and, in a yard under ground, and thin walls of clay, outworn all the strong and specious buildings above it, and quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests ; what prince can promise such diuturnity unto his relics, or might not gladly say, " Sic ego componi versus in ossa velim.
Էջ 91 - High actions and high passions best describing. Thence to the famous Orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democraty, Shook the Arsenal and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes...

Հեղինակի մասին (1893)

Thomas de Quincey, born in 1785, was an English novelist, essayist, and literary critic. He is best known for his Confessions of an English Opium Eater, an insightful autobiographical account of his addiction to opium. The death of de Quincey's older sister when he was seven years old shaped his life through the grief and sadness that forced him to seek comfort in an inner world of imagination. He ran away to Wales when he was 17. He then attended Oxford University. It was at Oxford that he first encountered opium, and he subsequently abandoned his study of poetry without a degree, hoping to find a true philosophy. de Quincey wrote essays for journals in London and Edinburgh in order to support his large family. His prose writings and essays contain psychological insights relevant to the modern reader of today. In addition to his voluminous works of criticism and essays, he wrote a novel, Klosterheim or The Masque. Thomas de Quincey died in 1859.

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