I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, into chasms and sunless abysses, depths below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reascend. De Quincey's Gothic Masquerade - 第152页作者:Patrick Bridgwater - 2004 - 183 页预览部分内容 - 图书信息
| Thomas De Quincey - 2003 - 356 页
...z. For this, and all other changes in my dreams, were accompanied by deep-seated anxiety and gloomy melancholy, such as are wholly incommunicable by words....seemed hopeless that I could ever re-ascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had re-ascended. This I do not dwell upon; because the state of gloom which... | |
| Vincenzo Ruggiero - 2003 - 276 页
...it ties users to a constant dormant state. Dreams are accompanied by anxiety and gloomy melancholy. 'I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically,...which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reascend' (Confessions: 103). Baudelaire interprets this state of mind as a painting created by an artist dipping... | |
| 308 页
...insufferable splendour that fretted my heart. 2. This and all other changes in my dreams were accompanied by deep-seated anxiety and funereal melancholy, such...seemed hopeless that I could ever re-ascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had re-ascended. Why should I dwell upon this? For indeed the state of gloom... | |
| George Sampson (Editor of Berkeley's Works.) - 1931 - 348 页
...insufferable splendour that fretted my heart. 2. This and all other changes in my dreams were accompanied by deep-seated anxiety and funereal melancholy, such...seemed hopeless that I could ever re-ascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I bad re-ascended. Why should I dwell upon this ? For indeed the state of gloom... | |
| 1825 - 686 页
...describes : — " I seemed " every night to descend, not metaphorically, but literally to de" scend into chasms and sunless abysses, depths below depths,...seemed hopeless that I could ever reascend ; nor " did I by "waking feel that I had reascended. We could extract much more to the same purpose from this strange... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1862 - 608 页
...fretted my heart." All this was accompanied by a deep-seated anxiety and gloomy melancholy, that seemed to descend into chasms and sunless abysses, depths below depths, from which it appeared hopeless to reascend. Time and space expanded into infinity. He felt as if he had lived a... | |
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