The Works of Charles Lamb: With a Sketch of His Life and Final Memorials, Volume 2Harper, 1855 |
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... heart withal - long since dissipated , or scattered into air at the blast of the breaking of that famous BUBBLE . Such is the SOUTH - SEA HOUSE - at least , such it was forty years ago , when I knew it a magnificent relic ! What al ...
... heart withal - long since dissipated , or scattered into air at the blast of the breaking of that famous BUBBLE . Such is the SOUTH - SEA HOUSE - at least , such it was forty years ago , when I knew it a magnificent relic ! What al ...
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... heart as the thousands which stand before it . He is the true actor , who , whether his part be a prince or a peasant , must act it with like intensity . With Tipp , form was everything . His life was formal . His actions seemed ruled ...
... heart as the thousands which stand before it . He is the true actor , who , whether his part be a prince or a peasant , must act it with like intensity . With Tipp , form was everything . His life was formal . His actions seemed ruled ...
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... heart exclaim upon sweet Calne in Wiltshire ! To this late hour of my life , I trace impressions left by the recollection of those friendless holydays . The long warm days of summer never return but they bring with them a gloom from the ...
... heart exclaim upon sweet Calne in Wiltshire ! To this late hour of my life , I trace impressions left by the recollection of those friendless holydays . The long warm days of summer never return but they bring with them a gloom from the ...
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... heart sickening to call to recollection . I have been called out of my bed , and waked for the purpose , in the coldest winter nights - and this not once , but night after night - in my shirt , to receive the discipline of a leathern ...
... heart sickening to call to recollection . I have been called out of my bed , and waked for the purpose , in the coldest winter nights - and this not once , but night after night - in my shirt , to receive the discipline of a leathern ...
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... heart ; his swell of feeling ; how magnificent , how ideal he was ; how great at the midnight hour ; and when I compare with him the companions with whom I have associated since , I grudge the saving of a few idle ducats , and think ...
... heart ; his swell of feeling ; how magnificent , how ideal he was ; how great at the midnight hour ; and when I compare with him the companions with whom I have associated since , I grudge the saving of a few idle ducats , and think ...
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Page 82 - 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.
Page 98 - 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, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 217 - When all is done (he concludes), human life is at the greatest and the best but like a froward child, that must be played with, and humoured a little, to keep it quiet, till it falls asleep, and then the care is over.
Page 229 - I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess ? Do they call virtue there — ungratefulness ? The last line of this poem is a little obscured by transposition.
Page 482 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 98 - 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...
Page 139 - He is all neighbours' fare. I am one of those who freely and ungrudgingly impart a share of the good things of this life which fall to their lot (few as mine are in this kind) to a friend. I protest I take as great an interest in my friend's pleasures, his relishes, and proper satisfactions, as in mine own. "Presents," I often say, "endear Absents...
Page 135 - While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odor assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced.
Page 98 - 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.
Page 158 - Saturn's reign Such mixture was not held a stain: Oft in glimmering bowers and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove.