The Works of Charles Lamb, Volumen1C. and J. Ollier, 1818 |
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... Clare , who had brought a present of peaches , and some roses , for Ro- samund . He laid his little basket down on a seat of the arbour ; and in a respectful tone of voice , as though he were addressing a parent , enquired of Margaret ...
... Clare , who had brought a present of peaches , and some roses , for Ro- samund . He laid his little basket down on a seat of the arbour ; and in a respectful tone of voice , as though he were addressing a parent , enquired of Margaret ...
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... Clare must be no companion for you - while you were both so young , it was all very well - but the time is coming , when folks will think harm of it , if a rich young gentleman , like Mr. Clare , comes so often to our poor cottage ...
... Clare must be no companion for you - while you were both so young , it was all very well - but the time is coming , when folks will think harm of it , if a rich young gentleman , like Mr. Clare , comes so often to our poor cottage ...
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... Clare's good qualities and when she returned , which was not till a few minutes after Margaret had made an end of her fine harangue , it is certain her cheeks did look very rosy . That might have been from the heat of the day or from ...
... Clare's good qualities and when she returned , which was not till a few minutes after Margaret had made an end of her fine harangue , it is certain her cheeks did look very rosy . That might have been from the heat of the day or from ...
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... Clare , when but a boy , sighed for her . Her yellow hair fell in bright and curling clusters , like " Those hanging locks Of young Apollo . " Her voice was trembling and musical . A graceful diffidence pleaded for her whenever she ...
... Clare , when but a boy , sighed for her . Her yellow hair fell in bright and curling clusters , like " Those hanging locks Of young Apollo . " Her voice was trembling and musical . A graceful diffidence pleaded for her whenever she ...
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... Clare , when but a boy , sighed for her . The moon is shining in so brightly at my window , where I write , that I feel it a crime not to suspend my employment awhile to gaze at her . See how she glideth , in maiden honor , through the ...
... Clare , when but a boy , sighed for her . The moon is shining in so brightly at my window , where I write , that I feel it a crime not to suspend my employment awhile to gaze at her . See how she glideth , in maiden honor , through the ...
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Allan Clare beauty better Black thoughts BLANK VERSE bless bosom brother child Christ's Hospital cottage DANIEL dead dear delight Devon dizzard dream drink Elinor Clare eyes fancy father fear feel forest of SHERWOOD friendship gave my heart gentle girl gone grace grandmother grief happy happy days Harry Freeman hath heard heart Herodias humour JOHN WOODVIL knew leave live look LOVEL Margaret Maria Martha MARTIN Mary Matravis melancholy mind mirth Miss Clare mistress morning mund never night o'er old familiar faces old lady parents PETER poor pray pride racter recollection Rosamund Gray samund SANDFORD scene SECOND GENTLEMAN secret seemed shew sigh SIMON SIR WALTER sleep smile spirits stranger sure sweet talk tears tell tender thee things THIRD GENTLEMAN thou thought Twas walk wandered weep Widford wine young maid youth
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Página 2 - 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 flushed 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. Her parents held the Quaker rule. Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was trained in Nature's school, Nature had blest her.
Página 36 - Twas but in a sort I blamed thee: None e'er prosper'd who defamed thee; Irony all, and feign'd abuse, Such as perplex'd lovers use, At a need, when, in despair To paint forth their fairest fair, Or in part but to express That exceeding comeliness Which their fancies doth so strike, They borrow language of dislike; And, instead of Dearest Miss...
Página 15 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Página 2 - Nature had blest her. A waking eye, a prying mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour ! gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet, as heretofore, Some summer morning, When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning ? THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.
Página 35 - None so sovereign to the brain. Nature that did in thee excel, Framed again no second smell. Roses, violets, but toys For the smaller sort of boys, Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent. Stinking'st of the stinking kind, Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind...
Página 32 - Bacchus' black servant, negro fine; Sorcerer, that mak'st us dote upon Thy begrimed complexion, And, for thy pernicious sake, More and greater oaths to break Than reclaimed lovers take "Gainst women : thou thy siege dost lay Much too in the female way, While thou suck'st the lab'ring breath Faster than kisses or than death.
Página 34 - Some few vapours thou mayst raise, The weak brain may serve to amaze, But to the reins and nobler heart, Canst nor life nor heat impart. Brother of Bacchus, later born, The old world was sure forlorn, Wanting thee, that aidest more The god's victories than before All his panthers, and the brawls Of his piping Bacchanals.
Página 15 - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 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.
Página 16 - Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces.
Página 122 - Not many ; some few, as thus :— To see the sun to bed, and to arise, Like some hot amourist with glowing eyes, Bursting the lazy bands of sleep that bound him, With all his fires and travelling glories round him.