The Prose Works of Charles Lamb ...: Elia. First seriesE. Moxon, 1836 |
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... , AND OTHER NIGHT - FEARS 147 • MY RELATIONS 159 MACKERY END , IN HERTFORDSHIRE 171 MODERN GALLANTRY • · 180 THE OLD BENCHERS OF THE INNER TEMPLE 188 GRACE BEFORE MEAT · 208 Page MY FIRST PLAY DREAM - CHILDREN ; A REVERIE.
... , AND OTHER NIGHT - FEARS 147 • MY RELATIONS 159 MACKERY END , IN HERTFORDSHIRE 171 MODERN GALLANTRY • · 180 THE OLD BENCHERS OF THE INNER TEMPLE 188 GRACE BEFORE MEAT · 208 Page MY FIRST PLAY DREAM - CHILDREN ; A REVERIE.
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... fear all was not well at all times within . She had a neat meagre person , which it was evident she had not sinned in over - pampering ; but in its veins was noble blood . She traced her descent , by some labyrinth of relationship ...
... fear all was not well at all times within . She had a neat meagre person , which it was evident she had not sinned in over - pampering ; but in its veins was noble blood . She traced her descent , by some labyrinth of relationship ...
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... fear Awarded insition . She had a neat enient she had not Sand Sermedie Best , by sume labyrint dily with I ever thoughly ander en with any berald - the illustrious , b Derwenter . This was t sme Timeling . Dis was the thought weden ...
... fear Awarded insition . She had a neat enient she had not Sand Sermedie Best , by sume labyrint dily with I ever thoughly ander en with any berald - the illustrious , b Derwenter . This was t sme Timeling . Dis was the thought weden ...
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... fear of thee , are altogether frigid and insulting , like thy- self . For what satisfaction hath a man , that he shall " lie down with kings and emperors in death , " who in his life - time never greatly coveted the society of such bed ...
... fear of thee , are altogether frigid and insulting , like thy- self . For what satisfaction hath a man , that he shall " lie down with kings and emperors in death , " who in his life - time never greatly coveted the society of such bed ...
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... fear of things A more tormenting mischief brings , More full of soul - tormenting gall , Than direst mischiefs can befall . But stay ! but stay ! methinks my sight , Better inform'd by clearer light , Discerns sereneness in that brow ...
... fear of things A more tormenting mischief brings , More full of soul - tormenting gall , Than direst mischiefs can befall . But stay ! but stay ! methinks my sight , Better inform'd by clearer light , Discerns sereneness in that brow ...
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Сторінка 187 - s made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside My soul into the boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Сторінка 45 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Сторінка 187 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Сторінка 230 - ... old great house and gardens too, but had too much spirit to be always pent up within their boundaries, — and how their uncle grew up to man's estate as brave as he was handsome...
Сторінка 228 - I in particular used to spend many hours by myself in gazing upon the old busts of the twelve Caesars, that had been Emperors of Rome, till the old marble heads would seem to live again, or I to be turned into marble with them...
Сторінка 151 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Сторінка 19 - What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers, that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians, were reposing here, as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage...
Сторінка 187 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Сторінка 184 - I WAS born, and passed the first seven years of my life, in the Temple. Its church, its halls, its gardens, its fountain, its river, I had almost said — for in those young years, what was this king of rivers to me but a stream that watered our pleasant places ? — these are my oldest recollections.
Сторінка 185 - What an antique air had the now almost effaced sun-dials, with their moral inscriptions, seeming coevals with that Time which they measured, and to take their revelations of its flight immediately from heaven, holding correspondence with the fountain of light!