The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Miscellaneous prose, 1798-1834Methuen & Company, 1903 |
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Pàgina 3
... fear , Rosamund ; I fear , girl , you sometimes think too deeply about your own situation and poor prospects in life . When you do so , you do wrong - remember the naughty rich man in the parable . He never had any good thoughts about ...
... fear , Rosamund ; I fear , girl , you sometimes think too deeply about your own situation and poor prospects in life . When you do so , you do wrong - remember the naughty rich man in the parable . He never had any good thoughts about ...
Pàgina 15
... fear lest my griefs should prove obtrusive . Yet bear with me a little - I have recovered already a share of my former spirits . I fear more for Allan than myself . The loss of two such parents , with so short an interval , bears very ...
... fear lest my griefs should prove obtrusive . Yet bear with me a little - I have recovered already a share of my former spirits . I fear more for Allan than myself . The loss of two such parents , with so short an interval , bears very ...
Pàgina 17
... fear - Maria Leslie shall plead with me for Maria Beaumont . And now , my sweet Friend , God love you , and your ELINOR CLARE . I find in my collection several letters , written soon after the date of the preceding , and addressed all ...
... fear - Maria Leslie shall plead with me for Maria Beaumont . And now , my sweet Friend , God love you , and your ELINOR CLARE . I find in my collection several letters , written soon after the date of the preceding , and addressed all ...
Pàgina 23
... fear of meeting him — but she had never told her fears to Allan . Matravis had , till now , been content to be a villain within the limits of the law - but , on the present occasion , hot fumes of wine , co - operating with his deep ...
... fear of meeting him — but she had never told her fears to Allan . Matravis had , till now , been content to be a villain within the limits of the law - but , on the present occasion , hot fumes of wine , co - operating with his deep ...
Pàgina 27
... fear you have been a sufferer . " He replied not , and I could not press him further . I could not call the dead to life again . So we drank , and told old stories - and repeated old poetry— and sang old songs — as if nothing had ...
... fear you have been a sufferer . " He replied not , and I could not press him further . I could not call the dead to life again . So we drank , and told old stories - and repeated old poetry— and sang old songs — as if nothing had ...
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The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Miscellaneous prose, 1798-1834 Charles Lamb,Mary Lamb Visualització completa - 1903 |
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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.