The letters of Charles Lamb, with a sketch of his life. The poetical worksHarper & brothers, 1838 |
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... thou , oh my soul , Life is a vision shadowy of truth ; And pain , and anguish , and the wormy grave , Shapes of a dream . ' I thank you for these lines , in the name of a necessitarian . " To Priestley Lamb repeatedly alludes as to the ...
... thou , oh my soul , Life is a vision shadowy of truth ; And pain , and anguish , and the wormy grave , Shapes of a dream . ' I thank you for these lines , in the name of a necessitarian . " To Priestley Lamb repeatedly alludes as to the ...
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... thou'lt soar when creation shall sink .'- BURNS . " " Thursday . " I am now in high hopes to be able to visit you , if perfect- ly convenient on your part , by the end of next month - per- haps the last week or fortnight in July . A ...
... thou'lt soar when creation shall sink .'- BURNS . " " Thursday . " I am now in high hopes to be able to visit you , if perfect- ly convenient on your part , by the end of next month - per- haps the last week or fortnight in July . A ...
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... thou listeth with them . My eyes ache with writing long and late , and I wax wondrous sleepy . God bless you and yours , me and mine . Good - night . " C. LAMB . " I will keep my eyes open reluctantly a minute longer to tell you that I ...
... thou listeth with them . My eyes ache with writing long and late , and I wax wondrous sleepy . God bless you and yours , me and mine . Good - night . " C. LAMB . " I will keep my eyes open reluctantly a minute longer to tell you that I ...
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... do retort upon thee , thou libellous varlet ; why you cried the hours yourself , and who made you so proud ? But I submit , to show my humility , I most implicitly to your dogmas . I reject entirely the 34 LETTERS TO COLERIDGE .
... do retort upon thee , thou libellous varlet ; why you cried the hours yourself , and who made you so proud ? But I submit , to show my humility , I most implicitly to your dogmas . I reject entirely the 34 LETTERS TO COLERIDGE .
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... thou with me hast shared , Companion dear ; and we alike have fared , Poor pilgrims we , through life's unequal ways . It were unwisely done , should we refuse To cheer our path , as featly as we may , Our lonely path to cheer , as ...
... thou with me hast shared , Companion dear ; and we alike have fared , Poor pilgrims we , through life's unequal ways . It were unwisely done , should we refuse To cheer our path , as featly as we may , Our lonely path to cheer , as ...
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acrostic admiration ALBUM Barron Field beauty BERNARD BARTON blank verse called Catharine CHARLES LAMB Christ's Hospital Coleridge David Hartley dead dear death delight Elia Enfield Essays Essays of Elia eyes face fancy farce fear feel following letter Frampton friendship genius gentleman give gone grace hand hath Hazlitt hear heard heart holyday honour hope humour Islington John John Woodvil Keswick kind knew lady Lamb Lamb's leave lines live Lloyd London look Lovel maid Margaret Mary mean mind Miss morning nature never night noble once play pleasant pleasure poem poet poetry poor Pray pride Quaker remember scarce seems Selby Shakspeare sister Skiddaw sonnet Southey spirits Stowey sweet talk tell thanks thee things thou thought tion verse walk week wish Woodvil words Wordsworth write written young
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Página 339 - 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.
Página 151 - Specimens of English Dramatic Poets who lived about the time of Shakspeare...
Página 331 - 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.
Página 161 - The pleasure-house is dust : behind, before, This is no common waste, no common gloom ; But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. "She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known ; But at the coming of the milder day These monuments shall all be overgrown.
Página 62 - O happy living things! No tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gush'd from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I bless'd them unaware.
Página 44 - Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun...
Página 108 - The lighted shops of the Strand and Fleet Street ; the innumerable trades, tradesmen, and customers, coaches, waggons, playhouses, all the bustle and wickedness round about Covent Garden ; the watchmen, drunken scenes, rattles — life awake if you awake at all hours of the night ; the impossibility of being dull in Fleet Street ; the crowds, the very dirt and mud, the sun shining upon houses and pavements, the...
Página 29 - Coleridge, you know not my supreme happiness at having one on earth (though counties separate us) whom I can call a friend. Remember you those tender lines of Logan ? — " Our broken friendships we deplore, And loves of youth that are no more ; No after friendships e'er can raise Th' endearments of our early days, And ne'er the heart such fondness prove, As when we first began to love.
Página 112 - I never shall forget ye, how ye lay about that night, like an intrenchment ; gone to bed, as it seemed for the night, but promising that ye were to be seen in the morning. Coleridge had got a blazing fire in his study ; which is a large antique, ill-shaped room, with an old-fashioned organ, never played upon, big enough for a church, shelves of scattered folios, an ^Eolian harp, and an old sofa, half bed, &c.
Página 61 - And kill sick people groaning under walls; Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinioned along by my door.