The Works of Charles Lamb, المجلد 1C. and J. Ollier, 1818 |
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... tear , And sometimes prompt an honest rhyme . For , when the transient charm is fled , And when the little week is o'er , To cheerless , friendless , solitude When I return , as heretofore , Long , long , within my aching heart The ...
... tear , And sometimes prompt an honest rhyme . For , when the transient charm is fled , And when the little week is o'er , To cheerless , friendless , solitude When I return , as heretofore , Long , long , within my aching heart The ...
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... tears , Dwelling for ever on a frown ; On sighs I've fed , your scorn my bread ; I perish now you kind are grown . Can I , who loved my beloved But for the scorn 66 was in her eye , " Can I be moved for my beloved , When she " returns ...
... tears , Dwelling for ever on a frown ; On sighs I've fed , your scorn my bread ; I perish now you kind are grown . Can I , who loved my beloved But for the scorn 66 was in her eye , " Can I be moved for my beloved , When she " returns ...
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... tears fast fell , As mournfully she bended o'er that sacred well . To whom when I addrest myself to speak , She lifted up her eyes , and nothing said ; The delicate red came mantling o'er her cheek , And , gath'ring up her loose attire ...
... tears fast fell , As mournfully she bended o'er that sacred well . To whom when I addrest myself to speak , She lifted up her eyes , and nothing said ; The delicate red came mantling o'er her cheek , And , gath'ring up her loose attire ...
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... tears , like a true penitent , If haply so my day of grace Be not yet past ; and this lone place , O'er - shadowy , dark , excludeth hence All thoughts but grief and penitence . " Why dost thou weep , thou gentle maid ! And wherefore in ...
... tears , like a true penitent , If haply so my day of grace Be not yet past ; and this lone place , O'er - shadowy , dark , excludeth hence All thoughts but grief and penitence . " Why dost thou weep , thou gentle maid ! And wherefore in ...
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... tears , like a true penitent , Until , due expiation made , And fit atonement fully paid , The lord and bridegroom me present , Where in sweet strains of high consent , God's throne before , the Seraphim Shall chaunt the extatic ...
... tears , like a true penitent , Until , due expiation made , And fit atonement fully paid , The lord and bridegroom me present , Where in sweet strains of high consent , God's throne before , the Seraphim Shall chaunt the extatic ...
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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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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.