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... Morning Post , but they have not been duly honoured . fault lay not in me . Saturday Morning , July 16 , 1803 . Yours truly , C. LAMB . • LETTER CCCII . ] TO THE SAME . Jan. MISCELLANEOUS CORRESPONDENCE . 9.
... Morning Post , but they have not been duly honoured . fault lay not in me . Saturday Morning , July 16 , 1803 . Yours truly , C. LAMB . • LETTER CCCII . ] TO THE SAME . Jan. MISCELLANEOUS CORRESPONDENCE . 9.
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... morning , and found that you were gone to visit a dying friend . I had been upon a like errand . Poor Norris has been lying dying for now almost a week , such is the penalty we pay for having enjoyed a strong constitu- tion ! Whether he ...
... morning , and found that you were gone to visit a dying friend . I had been upon a like errand . Poor Norris has been lying dying for now almost a week , such is the penalty we pay for having enjoyed a strong constitu- tion ! Whether he ...
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... morning . He whines and stands up on his hind legs . He misses Becky , who is gone to town . I took him to Barnet the other day , and he couldn't eat his vittles after it . Pray God his intellectuals be not slipping . Mary is gone out ...
... morning . He whines and stands up on his hind legs . He misses Becky , who is gone to town . I took him to Barnet the other day , and he couldn't eat his vittles after it . Pray God his intellectuals be not slipping . Mary is gone out ...
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... morning , and very kindly would I end it , could I find adequate expressions to your kindness . We did set our minds on seeing you in Spring . One of us will indubitably . But I am not skilled in almanack learning to know when Spring ...
... morning , and very kindly would I end it , could I find adequate expressions to your kindness . We did set our minds on seeing you in Spring . One of us will indubitably . But I am not skilled in almanack learning to know when Spring ...
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... morning thick as motelings , -little things that perish untimely , and never taste the brook . You do not tell me of those romantic land bays that be as thou goest to Lover's Seat : neither of that little churchling in the midst of a ...
... morning thick as motelings , -little things that perish untimely , and never taste the brook . You do not tell me of those romantic land bays that be as thou goest to Lover's Seat : neither of that little churchling in the midst of a ...
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Life, Letters, and Writings: Edited with Notes and Illustrations, Том 1 Percy Fitzgerald,Charles Lamb,Thomas Noon Talfourd Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2017 |
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Сторінка 273 - 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 273 - 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 164 - 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 330 - ... with such-like barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke. Ho-ti trembled in every joint while he grasped the abominable thing, wavering whether he should not put his son to death for an unnatural young monster, when the crackling scorching his fingers, as it had done his son's, and applying the same remedy to them, he in his turn tasted some of its flavour, which, make what sour mouths he would for a pretence, proved not altogether displeasing to him.
Сторінка 327 - Mutations, where he designates a kind of golden age by the term Cho-fang, literally the Cooks' Holiday. Tha manuscript goes on to say, that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother) was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swine-herd Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son, Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, who being fond of playing with fire,...
Сторінка 163 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Сторінка 326 - MANKIND, says a Chinese manuscript, which my friend M was obliging enough to read and explain to me, for the first seventy thousand ages ate their meat raw, clawing or biting it from the living animal, just as they do in Abyssinia to this day. This period is not obscurely hinted at by their great Confucius in the second chapter of his Mundane Mutations, where he designates a kind of golden age by the term Cho-fang, literally the Cooks
Сторінка 237 - 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 273 - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there : Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new; Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run, And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we ! How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers...
Сторінка 235 - I was dreadfully alive to nervous terrors. The night-time solitude, and the dark, were my hell. The sufferings I endured in this nature would justify the expression. I never laid my head on my pillow, I suppose, from the fourth to the seventh or eighth year of my life — so far as memory serves in things so long ago — without an assurance, which realized its own prophecy, of seeing some frightful spectre.