The prose works of Charles Lamb, المجلد 3E. Moxon, 1836 |
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... faces as I was , the frowning beauty of Nero , I remember , had most of my wonder ; but the mild Galba had my love . There they stood in the coldness of death , yet freshness of immortality . Mine too , thy lofty Justice Hall , with its ...
... faces as I was , the frowning beauty of Nero , I remember , had most of my wonder ; but the mild Galba had my love . There they stood in the coldness of death , yet freshness of immortality . Mine too , thy lofty Justice Hall , with its ...
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... face of a man in earnest , and more especially if he deliver his expostulations in a tone which in the world must necessarily provoke a duel ; his real - life manner will destroy the whimsical and purely dramatic existence of the other ...
... face of a man in earnest , and more especially if he deliver his expostulations in a tone which in the world must necessarily provoke a duel ; his real - life manner will destroy the whimsical and purely dramatic existence of the other ...
الصفحة 67
... faces become the place . I like smuggler . He is the only honest thief . He robs nothing but the revenue , an abstraction I never greatly cared about . I could go out with them in their mackarel boats , or about their less ostensible ...
... faces become the place . I like smuggler . He is the only honest thief . He robs nothing but the revenue , an abstraction I never greatly cared about . I could go out with them in their mackarel boats , or about their less ostensible ...
الصفحة 73
... face of the old nurse pleases him , that announces his broths , and his cordials . He likes it because it is so unmoved , and because he can pour forth his feverish ejaculations before it as unreservedly as to his bed - post . To the ...
... face of the old nurse pleases him , that announces his broths , and his cordials . He likes it because it is so unmoved , and because he can pour forth his feverish ejaculations before it as unreservedly as to his bed - post . To the ...
الصفحة 87
... face of the well - deluded father , who now haply listening to cherubic notes , scarce feels sincerer pleasure than when she awakened thy time - shaken chords responsive to the twitterings of that slender image of a voice . We were not ...
... face of the well - deluded father , who now haply listening to cherubic notes , scarce feels sincerer pleasure than when she awakened thy time - shaken chords responsive to the twitterings of that slender image of a voice . We were not ...
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admirable Æneid appeared April Fool artist Ash Wednesday Barbara beautiful Belshazzar better cheerful child conceit confess countenance DAN STUART day's pleasuring doth dreams face faculty fancy feel fête champêtre genius gentleman give gone grace guests half hand head heard heart honour hour humour imagination infirmities lady late less look Lord Lord Mayor's Day Margate mighty mind morning mortal nature ness never night notion occasion once pain passion perhaps person play pleasant pleasure poor present pretty reader reason remember right hand path ROBERT WILLIAM ELLISTON scarce seemed seen sense Shrove Tuesday sick sight Sir Philip Sydney sitting sleep Somerset House sort speak spirit sure sweet taste thee thing thou thought tion Titian told true truth walk week whole wish wonder young youth
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الصفحة 10 - ... prosperity, — an unwelcome remembrancer, — a perpetually recurring mortification, — a drain on your purse, — a more intolerable dun upon your pride, — a drawback upon success, — a rebuke to your rising, — a stain in your blood, — a blot on your 'scutcheon, — a rent in your garment, — a death's head at your banquet, — Agathocles...
الصفحة 149 - Despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease : 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed ; A chamber, deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head.
الصفحة 5 - 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!
الصفحة vi - I grant you — a sort of unlicked, incondite things — villainously pranked in an affected array of antique modes and phrases. They had not been his, if they had been other than such ; and better it is, that a writer should be natural in a self-pleasing quaintness, than to affect a naturalness (so called) that should be strange to him.
الصفحة 177 - Then spake Joshua to the LORD in the day when the LORD delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.
الصفحة 148 - By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot ; Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. And that you know, I envy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of years you STELLA'S feet may kiss.
الصفحة 51 - Another follows with his selection. So the entire journal transpires at length by piece-meal. Seldomreaders are slow readers, and without this expedient no one in the company would probably ever travel through the contents of a whole paper. Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment. What an eternal time that gentleman in black, at Nando 's ' keeps the paper! I am sick of hearing the waiter bawling out incessantly, "the Chronicle is in hand,...
الصفحة 214 - Here is a young and courtly Mandarin, handing tea to a lady from a salver, two miles off. See how distance seems to set off respect ! And here the same lady, or another, (for likeness is identity on teacups,) is stepping into a little fairy boat, moored on the hither side of this calm garden river, with a dainty mincing foot, which in a right angle of incidence (as angles go in our world) must infallibly land her in the midst of a flowery mead a furlong off on the other side of the same strange stream...
الصفحة 141 - 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 languished grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.
الصفحة 288 - ... to their self, and are jealous of your abstractions. By the midnight taper, the writer digests his meditations. By the same light, we must approach to their perusal, if we would catch the flame, the odour.