The Works of Charles Lamb: With a Sketch of His Life and Final Memorials, Volume 2Harper, 1855 |
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... sort of Noah's ark . Odd fishes . A lay monastery . Domestic retainers in a great house , kept more for show than use . Yet pleasant fellows , full of chat -- and not a few among them had arrived at considerable proficiency on the ...
... sort of Noah's ark . Odd fishes . A lay monastery . Domestic retainers in a great house , kept more for show than use . Yet pleasant fellows , full of chat -- and not a few among them had arrived at considerable proficiency on the ...
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... sort of creature Thence all ideas that were purely ornamental were banished . You could not speak of anything romantic without rebuke . Politics were excluded . A newspaper was thought too refined and abstracted . The whole duty of man ...
... sort of creature Thence all ideas that were purely ornamental were banished . You could not speak of anything romantic without rebuke . Politics were excluded . A newspaper was thought too refined and abstracted . The whole duty of man ...
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... sort . I confess that it is my humour -- my fancy in the fore part of the day , when the mind of your man of letters requires some relaxation-- ( and none better than such as at first sight seems most abhor- rent from his beloved ...
... sort . I confess that it is my humour -- my fancy in the fore part of the day , when the mind of your man of letters requires some relaxation-- ( and none better than such as at first sight seems most abhor- rent from his beloved ...
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... sort . I go about in black , which favours the notion . Only in Christ Church reverend quadrangle , I can be content to pass for nothing short of a seraphic doctor . Indeed , I do not think I The walks at these times are so much one's ...
... sort . I go about in black , which favours the notion . Only in Christ Church reverend quadrangle , I can be content to pass for nothing short of a seraphic doctor . Indeed , I do not think I The walks at these times are so much one's ...
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... sort of Helots to his young Spartans . He would sometimes , with ironic deference , send to borrow a rod of the under master , and then , with sardonic grin , observe to one of his upper boys , " how neat and fresh the twigs looked ...
... sort of Helots to his young Spartans . He would sometimes , with ironic deference , send to borrow a rod of the under master , and then , with sardonic grin , observe to one of his upper boys , " how neat and fresh the twigs looked ...
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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.