The Prose Works of Charles Lamb ...: Elia. First seriesE. Moxon, 1836 |
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... poor neighbour out of business— to the idle and merely contemplative , —to such as me , old house ! there is a charm in thy quiet - a cessation - a coolness from business - an indolence almost cloistral - which is delightful ! With what ...
... poor neighbour out of business— to the idle and merely contemplative , —to such as me , old house ! there is a charm in thy quiet - a cessation - a coolness from business - an indolence almost cloistral - which is delightful ! With what ...
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... poor . Both he and his wife looked outwardly gentlefolks , when I fear all was not well at all times within . She had a neat meagre person , which it was evident she had not sinned in over - pampering ; but in its veins was noble blood ...
... poor . Both he and his wife looked outwardly gentlefolks , when I fear all was not well at all times within . She had a neat meagre person , which it was evident she had not sinned in over - pampering ; but in its veins was noble blood ...
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... poor gaudy - day between them — as an economy unworthy of the dispensation . These were bright visitations in a scholar's and a clerk's life " far off their coming shone . " — I was as good as an almanac in those days . I could have ...
... poor gaudy - day between them — as an economy unworthy of the dispensation . These were bright visitations in a scholar's and a clerk's life " far off their coming shone . " — I was as good as an almanac in those days . I could have ...
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... poor friendless boy . My parents , and those who should care for me , were far away . Those few acquaintances of theirs , which they could reckon upon being kind to me in the great city , after a little forced notice , which they had ...
... poor friendless boy . My parents , and those who should care for me , were far away . Those few acquaintances of theirs , which they could reckon upon being kind to me in the great city , after a little forced notice , which they had ...
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Charles Lamb. O the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have towards it in those unfledged years ! How , in my dreams , would my native town ( far in the west ) come back , with its ...
Charles Lamb. O the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have towards it in those unfledged years ! How , in my dreams , would my native town ( far in the west ) come back , with its ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!