Charles Lamb, Հատոր 1Macmillan, 1888 - 226 էջ CONTENTS Boyhood.û The Temple and ChristÆs Hospital Family Struggles and Sorrows First Experiments in Literature Dramatic Authorship and Dramatic Criticism Inner Temple Lane.û Personal Characteristics Russell Street, Covent Garden.û The Essays of Elia Colebrook Row, Islington.û The Controversy with Southey, and Retirement from the India House Enfield and Edmonton LambÆs Place as a Critic |
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Էջ 53 - 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. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.
Էջ 132 - Into the desert, and how there he slept Under a juniper, then how, awaked, He found his supper on the coals prepared, And by the Angel was bid rise and eat, And eat the second time after repose, The strength whereof sufficed him forty days : Sometimes that with Elijah he partook, Or as a guest with Daniel at his pulse.
Էջ 78 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call : if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied She did inherit.
Էջ 22 - She was tumbled early, by accident or design, into a spacious closet of good old English reading, without much selection or prohibition, and browsed at will upon that fair and wholesome pasturage. Had I twenty girls, they should be brought up exactly in this fashion.
Էջ 63 - In those days every Morning Paper, as an essential retainer to its establishment, kept an author, who was bound to furnish daily a quantum of witty paragraphs. Sixpence a joke — and it was thought pretty high too — was Dan Stuart's settled remuneration in these cases. The chat of the day, scandal, but, above all, dress, furnished the material. The length of no paragraph was to exceed seven lines. Shorter they might be, but they must be poignant.
Էջ 7 - I was dreadfully alive to nervous terrors. The night-time solitude, and the dark, were my hell. The sufferings I endured in this nature would justify the expression. I never laid my head on my pillow, I suppose, from the fourth to the seventh or eighth year of my life — so far as memory serves in things so long ago — without an assurance, which realised its own prophecy, of seeing some frightful spectre.
Էջ 1 - 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 of my oldest recollections.
Էջ 214 - ... the playwriter in the consideration which we pay to the actor, but even to identify in our minds in a perverse manner, the actor with the character which he represents. It is difficult for a frequent playgoer to disembarrass the idea of Hamlet from the person and voice of Mr. K. We speak of Lady Macbeth, while we are in reality thinking of Mrs. S.
Էջ 146 - ... and, instead of moping about in solitary corners, like some of us, he would mount the most mettlesome horse he could get, when but an imp no bigger than themselves, and make it carry him half over the county in a morning, and join the hunters when there were any out, — and yet he loved the old great house and gardens too, but had too much spirit to be always pent up within their boundaries...
Էջ 143 - Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines ; Curl me about, ye gadding vines; And oh so close your circles lace, That I may never leave this place : But, lest your fetters prove too weak, . Ere I your silken bondage break, Do you, O brambles, chain me too, And, courteous briars, nail me through.* I was here as in a lonely temple.