The Works of Charles Lamb: In Two Parts, Том 1C. and J. Ollier, 1818 |
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... Ghost - like I paced round the haunts of my childhood . Earth seemed a desart I was bound to traverse , Seeking to find the old familiar faces . Friend of my bosom , thou more than a brother POEMS . -15 The Old Familiar Faces.
... Ghost - like I paced round the haunts of my childhood . Earth seemed a desart I was bound to traverse , Seeking to find the old familiar faces . Friend of my bosom , thou more than a brother POEMS . -15 The Old Familiar Faces.
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... talk of the old familiar faces- How some they have died , and some they have left me , And some are taken from me ; all are departed ; All , all are gone , the old familiar faces . HELEN . HIGH - BORN Helen , round your dwelling 16 POEMS .
... talk of the old familiar faces- How some they have died , and some they have left me , And some are taken from me ; all are departed ; All , all are gone , the old familiar faces . HELEN . HIGH - BORN Helen , round your dwelling 16 POEMS .
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In Two Parts Charles Lamb. HELEN . HIGH - BORN Helen , round your dwelling These twenty years I've paced in vain : Haughty beauty , thy lover's duty Hath been to glory in his pain . High - born Helen , proudly telling Stories of thy cold ...
In Two Parts Charles Lamb. HELEN . HIGH - BORN Helen , round your dwelling These twenty years I've paced in vain : Haughty beauty , thy lover's duty Hath been to glory in his pain . High - born Helen , proudly telling Stories of thy cold ...
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... disallow , Or judge of thee meant : only thou His true Indian conquest art ; And , for ivy round his dart , The reformed god now weaves A finer thyrsus of thy leaves . Scent to match thy rich perfume Chemic art did ne'er 34 POEMS .
... disallow , Or judge of thee meant : only thou His true Indian conquest art ; And , for ivy round his dart , The reformed god now weaves A finer thyrsus of thy leaves . Scent to match thy rich perfume Chemic art did ne'er 34 POEMS .
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... Then thy prison's lengthened bound Shall be the horizon skirting round . And , while thou fillest thy lap with flowers , To make amends for wintery hours , * Hampstead . The breeze , the sunshine , and the place , 40 POEMS .
... Then thy prison's lengthened bound Shall be the horizon skirting round . And , while thou fillest thy lap with flowers , To make amends for wintery hours , * Hampstead . The breeze , the sunshine , and the place , 40 POEMS .
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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...