The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Miscellaneous prose, 1798-1834Methuen & Company, 1903 |
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Pàgina ix
... whole of his literary life . It is for this reason that I have begun with this volume rather than with the Elia essays . One curious circumstance which is brought to light by this arrangement is the barrenness of the period between 1812 ...
... whole of his literary life . It is for this reason that I have begun with this volume rather than with the Elia essays . One curious circumstance which is brought to light by this arrangement is the barrenness of the period between 1812 ...
Pàgina 19
... whole feelings , exquisite as they rise up ? " a ( From another Letter ) back , I am sorry to find too gloomy a cast tincturing my last page representation of life false and unthankful . Life is not all but to those who do not misuse it ...
... whole feelings , exquisite as they rise up ? " a ( From another Letter ) back , I am sorry to find too gloomy a cast tincturing my last page representation of life false and unthankful . Life is not all but to those who do not misuse it ...
Pàgina 29
... whole day , when something disgusting in a patient's distemper has kept the very nurses at a distance - to sit by , while the poor wretch got a little sleep — and be there to smile upon him when he awoke - to slip a guinea , now and ...
... whole day , when something disgusting in a patient's distemper has kept the very nurses at a distance - to sit by , while the poor wretch got a little sleep — and be there to smile upon him when he awoke - to slip a guinea , now and ...
Pàgina 42
... whole nunneries , invents infernal machines . He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might have been played before the Londoners " by the royal command , " when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been ...
... whole nunneries , invents infernal machines . He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might have been played before the Londoners " by the royal command , " when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been ...
Pàgina 51
... whole Court of Augustus , by a learned spell . We are admitted to the society of the illustrious dead . Virgil , Horace , Ovid , Tibullus , converse in our own tongue more finely and poetically than they were used to express themselves ...
... whole Court of Augustus , by a learned spell . We are admitted to the society of the illustrious dead . Virgil , Horace , Ovid , Tibullus , converse in our own tongue more finely and poetically than they were used to express themselves ...
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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.