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... perhaps , differed from the balance of last year in the sum of 25l . 1s . 6d . ) occupied his days and nights for a month previous . Not that Tipp was blind to the deadness of things ( as they call them in the city ) in his beloved ...
... perhaps , differed from the balance of last year in the sum of 25l . 1s . 6d . ) occupied his days and nights for a month previous . Not that Tipp was blind to the deadness of things ( as they call them in the city ) in his beloved ...
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... perhaps set any great conside- ration upon the value of juvenile time . He came among us , now and then , but often stayed away whole days from us ; and when he came it made no difference to us - he had his private room to retire too ...
... perhaps set any great conside- ration upon the value of juvenile time . He came among us , now and then , but often stayed away whole days from us ; and when he came it made no difference to us - he had his private room to retire too ...
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... perhaps felt , a delicacy in interfering in a province not strictly his own . I have not been without my suspicions , that he was not altogether dis- pleased at the contrast we presented to his end of the school . We were a sort of ...
... perhaps felt , a delicacy in interfering in a province not strictly his own . I have not been without my suspicions , that he was not altogether dis- pleased at the contrast we presented to his end of the school . We were a sort of ...
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... Perhaps we cannot dismiss him better than with the pious ejacula- tion of C. , when he heard that his old master was on his death- bed : " Poor J. B. ! -may all his faults be forgiven ; and may he be wafted to bliss by little cherub ...
... Perhaps we cannot dismiss him better than with the pious ejacula- tion of C. , when he heard that his old master was on his death- bed : " Poor J. B. ! -may all his faults be forgiven ; and may he be wafted to bliss by little cherub ...
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... perhaps as thou imaginest . In the mean time I am alive . I move about . I am worth twenty of thee . Know thy betters ! Thy New Years ' days are past . I survive , a jolly candidate for 1821. Another cup of wine - and while that turn ...
... perhaps as thou imaginest . In the mean time I am alive . I move about . I am worth twenty of thee . Know thy betters ! Thy New Years ' days are past . I survive , a jolly candidate for 1821. Another cup of wine - and while that turn ...
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The Essays of Elia: 1st Series - Scholar's Choice Edition Charles Lamb Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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Сторінка 115 - 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 84 - 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 27 - 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 114 - 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 158 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbors would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing but fires from this time forward.
Сторінка 89 - Despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease : 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed ; A chamber, deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head.
Сторінка 33 - Reader, if haply thou art blessed with a moderate collection, be shy of showing it ; or if thy heart overfloweth to lend them, lend thy books ; but let it be to such a one as STC — he will return them (generally anticipating the time appointed) with usury ; enriched with annotations tripling their value.
Сторінка 26 - 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 59 - For the first day or two I felt stunned — overwhelmed. I could only apprehend my felicity ; I was too confused to taste it sincerely. I wandered about, thinking I was happy, and knowing that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years
Сторінка 134 - W — n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial, meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...