The Prose Works of Charles Lamb ...: Elia. First seriesE. Moxon, 1836 |
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... touch upon the foibles of my kinswoman with a gentle hand , for Bridget does not like to be told of her faults . She hath an awkward trick ( to say no worse of it ) of reading in company : at which times she will answer yes or no to a ...
... touch upon the foibles of my kinswoman with a gentle hand , for Bridget does not like to be told of her faults . She hath an awkward trick ( to say no worse of it ) of reading in company : at which times she will answer yes or no to a ...
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... touch , I apprehend , upon Rich , not long since dead — but to my apprehension ( too sincere for satire ) , Lun was as remote a piece of an- tiquity as Lud - the father of a line of Harlequins -transmitting his dagger of lath ( the ...
... touch , I apprehend , upon Rich , not long since dead — but to my apprehension ( too sincere for satire ) , Lun was as remote a piece of an- tiquity as Lud - the father of a line of Harlequins -transmitting his dagger of lath ( the ...
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... alone continueth in one stay . The price of stock or land affecteth him not . The fluctuations of agri- cultural or commercial prosperity touch him not , N or at worst but change his customers . He is OF BEGGARS IN THE METROPOLIS . 265.
... alone continueth in one stay . The price of stock or land affecteth him not . The fluctuations of agri- cultural or commercial prosperity touch him not , N or at worst but change his customers . He is OF BEGGARS IN THE METROPOLIS . 265.
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... touch of conscience in this kind at school . My good old aunt , who never parted . from me at the end of a holiday without stuffing a sweetmeat , or some nice thing , into my pocket , had dismissed me one evening with a smoking plum ...
... touch of conscience in this kind at school . My good old aunt , who never parted . from me at the end of a holiday without stuffing a sweetmeat , or some nice thing , into my pocket , had dismissed me one evening with a smoking plum ...
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... touch- ing in these old remembrances . They make us think how we once used to read a Play Bill - not , as now peradventure , singling out a favourite per- former , and casting a negligent eye over the rest ; but spelling out every name ...
... touch- ing in these old remembrances . They make us think how we once used to read a Play Bill - not , as now peradventure , singling out a favourite per- former , and casting a negligent eye over the rest ; but spelling out every name ...
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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!