 ... upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart, an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the...  The American Whig Review - Pagina 2881850Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1839 - 372 pagina’s
...the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt,... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 pagina’s
...the heart, — an unredeemed dreariness of thought, which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1845 - 288 pagina’s
...the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 556 pagina’s
...the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1857 - 560 pagina’s
...dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublimcV What was it — I paused to think— what was it that...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as ( pondered. \ Hvas forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conelusion, that while^ beyond doubt,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1859 - 558 pagina’s
...the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...the House of Usher ? It was a mystery all insoluble ; not could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crcwded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1865 - 578 pagina’s
...the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt,... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1874 - 216 pagina’s
...the heart, — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it, — I paused...grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion that, while, beyond doubt,... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1874 - 644 pagina’s
...the heart — an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused...unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher 1 It was a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 618 pagina’s
...into aught of the sublime. What was it — I paused to Ihmk — what was it that so unnerved me'in the contemplation of the House of Usher ? It was a mystery all insoluble ; nor cou'd I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as 1 pondered. I was forced to fall back... | |
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