The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Miscellaneous prose, 1798-1834Methuen & Company, 1903 |
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Pàgina 7
... believe , that thou canst take a perverse pleasure in distorting the brains of us poor mortals . Lunatics ! moonstruck ! Calumny in- vented , and folly took up , these names . I would hope better things from thy mild aspect and benign ...
... believe , that thou canst take a perverse pleasure in distorting the brains of us poor mortals . Lunatics ! moonstruck ! Calumny in- vented , and folly took up , these names . I would hope better things from thy mild aspect and benign ...
Pàgina 10
... believe , was something of a physiognomist , and thought she could trace in the countenance and manner of Rosamund qualities , which no brother of her's need be ashamed to love . The time was now come , when Elinor was desirous of ...
... believe , was something of a physiognomist , and thought she could trace in the countenance and manner of Rosamund qualities , which no brother of her's need be ashamed to love . The time was now come , when Elinor was desirous of ...
Pàgina 11
... believe , Allan , on a second thought , was not very sorry to be spared the aukwardness of introducing two persons to each other , both so dear to him , but either of whom might happen not much to fancy the other . At times , indeed ...
... believe , Allan , on a second thought , was not very sorry to be spared the aukwardness of introducing two persons to each other , both so dear to him , but either of whom might happen not much to fancy the other . At times , indeed ...
Pàgina 14
... had made for the morrow , and how delighted she had been with his handsome friend . Allan , I believe , got little sleep that night . I know not , whether joy be not a more troublesome bed - fellow than 14 MISCELLANEOUS PROSE , 1798-1834.
... had made for the morrow , and how delighted she had been with his handsome friend . Allan , I believe , got little sleep that night . I know not , whether joy be not a more troublesome bed - fellow than 14 MISCELLANEOUS PROSE , 1798-1834.
Pàgina 30
... believe in a devil . " Presently he bid us " not tell Allan Clare " -Allan was hanging over him at that very moment , sobbing . - I could not resist the impulse , but cried out , " this is Allan Clare - Allan Clare is come to see you ...
... believe in a devil . " Presently he bid us " not tell Allan Clare " -Allan was hanging over him at that very moment , sobbing . - I could not resist the impulse , but cried out , " this is Allan Clare - Allan Clare is come to see you ...
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The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Miscellaneous prose, 1798-1834 Charles Lamb,Mary Lamb Visualització completa - 1903 |
The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Miscellaneous prose, 1798-1834 Charles Lamb,Mary Lamb Visualització completa - 1903 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 470 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Pàgina 370 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Pàgina 501 - I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made : marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
Pàgina 222 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Pàgina 200 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Pàgina 218 - I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct you to a hill-side, where I will point you out the right path of a virtuous and noble education; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
Pàgina 374 - Where Angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Pàgina 104 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Pàgina 200 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, 220 And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : — Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Pàgina 391 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.