No progressive knowledge will ever medicine that dread misgiving of a mysterious and pathless power given to words of a certain import.
Thomas de QuinceyOut of the ruined lodge and forgotten mansion, bowers that are trodden under foot, and pleasure-houses that are dust, the poet calls up a palingenesis.
Thomas de QuinceyIt was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.
Thomas de Quincey