The Works of Charles LambDerby & Jackson, 1856 - 409 Seiten |
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... told you such a saint's day falls out next week , or the week after . Peradventure the Epiphany , by some periodical infelicity , would , once in six years , merge in a Sabbath . Now am I little better than one of the profane . Let me ...
... told you such a saint's day falls out next week , or the week after . Peradventure the Epiphany , by some periodical infelicity , would , once in six years , merge in a Sabbath . Now am I little better than one of the profane . Let me ...
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... told he had run away . This was the punishment for the first offence . As a novice , I was soon after taken to see the dungeons . These were little , square , Bedlam cells , where a boy could just lie at his length upon straw and a ...
... told he had run away . This was the punishment for the first offence . As a novice , I was soon after taken to see the dungeons . These were little , square , Bedlam cells , where a boy could just lie at his length upon straw and a ...
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... told me , was her first love ; but whist had engaged her maturer esteem . The former , she said , was showy and specious , and likely to allure young per- sons . The uncertainty and quick shifting of partners - a thing which the ...
... told me , was her first love ; but whist had engaged her maturer esteem . The former , she said , was showy and specious , and likely to allure young per- sons . The uncertainty and quick shifting of partners - a thing which the ...
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... told it you , if you please , that he who hath not a drachm of folly in his mix- ture , hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition . It is observed , " that the foolisher the fowl or fish - wood- cocks , dotterels , codsheads ...
... told it you , if you please , that he who hath not a drachm of folly in his mix- ture , hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition . It is observed , " that the foolisher the fowl or fish - wood- cocks , dotterels , codsheads ...
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... told us , with expressions of a sober re- morse . And it was not till long after the impression had begun to wear away , that I was enabled , with something like a smile , to recall the striking incongruity of the confession ...
... told us , with expressions of a sober re- morse . And it was not till long after the impression had begun to wear away , that I was enabled , with something like a smile , to recall the striking incongruity of the confession ...
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admirable Allan April Fool beauty better blessing character child chimney sweeper Christ's Hospital Clare common confess countenance cousin day's pleasuring delight dreams Elinor eye of mind face fancy fear feel gentle gentleman give grace hand hath heart Hertfordshire Hogarth honour hour humour imagination kind knew lady less lived look Macbeth manner March to Finchley master mind mirth moral morning nature never night occasion once Othello pain passed passion person play pleasant pleasure poet poor Quaker Rake's Progress reader reason remember ROBERT WILLIAM ELLISTON Rosamund scene seemed seen sense Shakspeare sight Sir Philip Sydney smile sort soul speak spirit story sweet Tamburlaine tender thee things thou thought tion told true truth walk whist Widford woman young younkers youth
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Seite 100 - 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.
Seite 100 - 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.
Seite 233 - 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.
Seite 100 - 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!
Seite 140 - Father, the pig, the pig, do come and taste how nice the burnt pig eats." The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed himself that ever he should beget a son that should eat burnt pig.
Seite 357 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Seite 162 - 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.
Seite 120 - Here John slyly deposited back upon the plate a bunch of grapes, which, not unobserved by Alice, he had meditated dividing with her, and both seemed willing to relinquish them for the present as irrelevant. Then in somewhat a more heightened tone, I told how, though their great-grandmother Field loved all her grand-children, yet in an especial manner she might be said to love their uncle, John L , because he was so handsome and spirited a youth, and a king to the rest of us ; and, instead of moping...
Seite 359 - ... thought on ; even as he himself neglects it. On the stage we see nothing but corporal infirmities and weakness, the impotence of rage ; while we read it, we see not Lear, but we are Lear,— we are in his mind, we are sustained by a grandeur which baffles the malice of daughters and storms ; in the aberrations of his reason, we discover a mighty irregular power of reasoning, immethodized from the ordinary purposes of life, but exerting its powers, as the wind blows where it listeth, at will upon...
Seite 233 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...