The Works of Charles Lamb: In Two Parts, Том 1C. and J. Ollier, 1818 |
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... , and longer had I staid , When , lo ! I saw , saw by the sweet moon - light , Which came in silence o'er that silent shade , Where , near the fountain , SOMETHING like DESPAIR Made C 2 POEMS . 19 A Vision of Repentance.
... , and longer had I staid , When , lo ! I saw , saw by the sweet moon - light , Which came in silence o'er that silent shade , Where , near the fountain , SOMETHING like DESPAIR Made C 2 POEMS . 19 A Vision of Repentance.
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... light my shame . And still I haunt this woody dell , And bathe me in that healing well , Whose waters clear have influence From sin's foul stains the soul to cleanse ; And , night and day , I them augment With tears , like a true ...
... light my shame . And still I haunt this woody dell , And bathe me in that healing well , Whose waters clear have influence From sin's foul stains the soul to cleanse ; And , night and day , I them augment With tears , like a true ...
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... light , That steeps in kind oblivious ecstasy The care - crazed mind , like some still melody : Speaking most plain ... lights from me , who fondly yet Past joys , vain loves , and buried hopes regret . VII . IF from my lips some angry ...
... light , That steeps in kind oblivious ecstasy The care - crazed mind , like some still melody : Speaking most plain ... lights from me , who fondly yet Past joys , vain loves , and buried hopes regret . VII . IF from my lips some angry ...
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... and strait take up again , Then fling them to the winds , and o'er the lawn Bound with so playful and so light a foot , That the press'd daisy scarce declined her head . THE GRANDAME . ON the green hill top , Hard Childhood.
... and strait take up again , Then fling them to the winds , and o'er the lawn Bound with so playful and so light a foot , That the press'd daisy scarce declined her head . THE GRANDAME . ON the green hill top , Hard Childhood.
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... light or trivial . Better ' twere to tell , How with a nobler zeal , and warmer love , She served her heavenly master . I have seen That reverend form bent down with age and pain , And rankling malady . Yet not for this Ceased she to ...
... light or trivial . Better ' twere to tell , How with a nobler zeal , and warmer love , She served her heavenly master . I have seen That reverend form bent down with age and pain , And rankling malady . Yet not for this Ceased she to ...
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The Works of Charles Lamb, Vol. 2: Poems, Plays and Miscellaneous Essays ... Charles Lamb Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2018 |
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Allan Clare beauty better Black thoughts BLANK VERSE bosom brother child cloisters costly palace cottage DANIEL dead dear death delight Devon dizzard dream drink Elinor Clare eyes fancy father fear feel forest of SHERWOOD friendship gave my heart gentle girl gone grace grandmother grief happy days Harry Freeman hath heard heart Herodias humour JOHN WOODVIL knew leave live look LOVEL Margaret Maria Martha MARTIN Mary Matravis melancholy mind mirth Miss Clare mistress morning mother mund never night noble o'er old familiar faces old lady parents PETER poor pray pride racter recollection Rosamund Gray Salome samund SANDFORD scene SECOND GENTLEMAN secret seemed shew sigh SIMON SIR WALTER sleep smile spirits stranger sure sweet talk tears tell tender thee things THIRD GENTLEMAN thou thought Twas walk weep Widford wine young maid youth
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Сторінка 16 - Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces.
Сторінка 15 - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Сторінка 2 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed, And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate, That flushed her spirit, I know not by what name beside I shall it call : — if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied, She did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker rule. Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was trained in Nature's school, Nature had blest her.
Сторінка 37 - For thy sake, TOBACCO, I Would do anything but die. And but seek to extend my days Long enough to sing thy praise.
Сторінка 32 - MAY the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammering verse, If I can a passage see In this word-perplexity, Or a fit expression find, Or a language to my mind (Still the phrase is wide or scant) To take leave of thee, GREAT PLANT!
Сторінка 60 - Enlighted up the semblance of a smile In those fine eyes ? methought they spake the while Soft soothing things, which might enforce despair To drop the murdering knife, and let go by His foul resolve. And does the lonely glade Still court the footsteps of the fair-hair'd maid ? Still in her locks the gales of summer sigh ? While I forlorn do wander reckless where, And 'mid my wanderings meet no Anna there.
Сторінка 1 - WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together.
Сторінка 33 - Thou through such a mist dost shew us, That our best friends do not know us, And, for those allowed features, Due to reasonable creatures Liken'st us to fell Chimeras, Monsters that, who see us, fear us ; Worse than Cerberus or Geryon, Or, who first loved a cloud, Ixion.
Сторінка 36 - Twas but in a sort I blamed thee ; None e'er prosper'd who defamed thee ; Irony all, and feign'd abuse, Such as perplex'd lovers use, At a need, when, in despair To paint forth their fairest fair, Or in part but to express That exceeding comeliness Which their fancies doth so strike They borrow language of dislike ; And, instead of Dearest Miss, Jewel, Honey, Sweetheart, Bliss, And those forms of old admiring, Call her Cockatrice and Siren, Basilisk, and all that's evil, Witch, Hyena, Mermaid, Devil,...
Сторінка 35 - Framed again no second smell. Roses, violets, but toys For the smaller sort of boys, Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent. Stinking'st of the stinking kind, Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind...