The Prose Works of Charles Lamb ...: Elia. First seriesE. Moxon, 1836 |
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... thing on a larger scale than we have hearts for ) are as good as any thing from Herculaneum , The pounce - boxes of our days have gone retrograde . The very clerks which I remember in the South Sea House - I speak of forty years back ...
... thing on a larger scale than we have hearts for ) are as good as any thing from Herculaneum , The pounce - boxes of our days have gone retrograde . The very clerks which I remember in the South Sea House - I speak of forty years back ...
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... thing very substantial appended to them , were enough to enlarge a man's notions of himself that lived in them , ( I know not who is the occupier of them now , ) resounded fort- nightly to the notes of a concert of " sweet breasts ...
... thing very substantial appended to them , were enough to enlarge a man's notions of himself that lived in them , ( I know not who is the occupier of them now , ) resounded fort- nightly to the notes of a concert of " sweet breasts ...
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... thing very substantial to them , were enough to enlarge a man's Linseff dat fred in dien , ( I know not occupier of then wow , ) resonded fore the mutes of a ences of " svest brea cestus would have called them , culled romms and ...
... thing very substantial to them , were enough to enlarge a man's Linseff dat fred in dien , ( I know not occupier of then wow , ) resonded fore the mutes of a ences of " svest brea cestus would have called them , culled romms and ...
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... thing . His life was formal . His actions seemed ruled with a ruler . His pen was not less erring than his heart . He made the best executor in the world : he was plagued with incessant executorships accordingly , which excited his ...
... thing . His life was formal . His actions seemed ruled with a ruler . His pen was not less erring than his heart . He made the best executor in the world : he was plagued with incessant executorships accordingly , which excited his ...
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... thing ! the past is every thing , being nothing ! What were thy dark ages ? Surely the sun rose as brightly then as now , and man got him to his work in the morning . Why is it that we can never hear mention of them without an ...
... thing ! the past is every thing , being nothing ! What were thy dark ages ? Surely the sun rose as brightly then as now , and man got him to his work in the morning . Why is it that we can never hear mention of them without an ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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!