 Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candlelight, and fireside conversations, and innocent vanities, and...  The Works of Charles Lamb - Сторінка 331автори: Charles Lamb - 1852 - 648 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1835 - 606 стор.
...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and t/ie greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1835 - 440 стор.
...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...jests, and irony itself— do these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with him? And you, my midnight... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1835 - 608 стор.
...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle- light, andjire-side conversations, and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself- —... | |
 | 1835 - 432 стор.
...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer-holydays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society,... | |
 | 1835 - 430 стор.
...diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and arc not rooted up without blood. They do not willingly...Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and Suminer-holydays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1836 - 362 стор.
...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...and irony itself- — do these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with him ? And you, my midnight... | |
 | 1835 - 610 стор.
...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life ? ' Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with him ? ' And you, my... | |
 | 1838 - 1050 стор.
...on thia earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...solitary walks and summer holidays, and the greenness of the fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 стор.
...this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and dis • composes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with him ? And you, my midnight... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1845 - 398 стор.
...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...and irony itself- — do these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with him ? And you, my midnight... | |
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