 | 1822 - 694 pàgines
...substance. Behold him, while he is doing — it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equably he twirleth...in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth ! — wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 882 pàgines
...it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equally ce», and pulling down the houses there upon Shrove-Tuesday...afteinoon. Look to your gathering there, good mas ! — wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany... | |
 | 1835 - 432 pàgines
...substance. Behold him, while he is doing — it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equably he twirleth...in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth ! — wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1835 - 440 pàgines
...substance. Behold him, while he is doing — it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equably he twirleth...in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth ! — wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany... | |
 | William Hone - 1835 - 876 pàgines
...it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equally he twirleth round the string ! — Now he is just...in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth ! — wouldst Ihou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1836 - 362 pàgines
...substance. Behold him, while he is doing — it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equably he twirleth...in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth !— wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1836 - 602 pàgines
...it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth than a scorching heat that he is so passive to. How equably he he twirleth round the string ! Now he is just done....in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth ! Wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indooility •which too often accompany... | |
 | 1836 - 602 pàgines
...it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth than a scorching heat that he is so passive to. How equably he he twirleth round the string ! Now he is just done....in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth ! Wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indociiity which too often accompany... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1836 - 600 pàgines
...seemeth rather a refreshing warmth than a scorching heat that he is so passive to. How equably lie twirleth round the string ! Now he is just done. To...in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth ! Wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany... | |
 | 1836 - 1184 pàgines
...seemeth rather a refreshing warmth than a scorching heat that he is so passive to. How equably ri6 lie twirleth round the string ! Now he is just done. To...tender age, he hath wept out his pretty eyes— radiant jellies—shooting stars. ' See him in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth! Wouldst thou... | |
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Behold him, while he is doing - it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equably he twirleth round the string! - Now he is just done. To see the extreme sensibility of that tender age, he hath wept out... 
