 | 1837 - 704 pàgines
...themselves into my mind, and feed me without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in tl.e motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life. All these emotions must be strange to you;... | |
 | 1838 - 564 pàgines
...themselves into my mind, and feed me without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and...your rural emotions to me. But consider, what must 1 have been doing all my life, not to have lent great portions of my heart with usury to such scenes... | |
 | 1838 - 1012 pàgines
...themselves into my mind, and feed me without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and...fulness of joy at so much life. All these emotions must b« strange to you ; so are your rural . in.. 178 179 lions to me. But consider, what must I have been... | |
 | 1838 - 716 pàgines
...mountaineers can have done with dead nature. * * * The wonder of these sights impels me into night walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears...motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life." — Charles Lamb. Letter to Wordsicorik. BY dwelling long in a great city the heart gradually gathers... | |
 | 346 pàgines
...men. He says " a solitude, however heautiful would have no charms for m«;" and confesses that he has "often shed tears in the motley Strand, from fulness of joy at so much life." But I am again wandering from the point. I hegan hy saying that my first sketch would he laid in the... | |
 | 1893 - 846 pàgines
...and feed me without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears...motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life. It is true that all this is not incompatible with the most affectionate reard for far other scenes... | |
 | Eliza Cook - 1850 - 432 pàgines
...these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets ; and I oftci ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL. shed tears in the motley Strand, from fulness of joy at so much life." Theatres are always a joy in London; and now the evening sun peeps through the gallery-windows at full... | |
 | 1851 - 608 pàgines
...mountaineers can have done with dead nature. . . . The wonder of these (metropolitan) sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand, from fullness of joy at so much life. All these emotions may be strange to you ; so are your rural emotions... | |
 | Thomas Cooke - 1855 - 236 pàgines
...crowded * Charles t amh tn Worrfswnrth. streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand, fronf fulness of joy at so much life. All these emotions must be strange to you : so are your rural occupations to me. But consider, what must I have been doing all my life, not to have lent great portions... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1857 - 628 pàgines
...Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't now care if I never see a mountain in my life. 1 have passed all my days in London, until I have formed...motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life. AH these emotions must be strange to you ; so are your rural emotions to • me. But consider, what... | |
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... steams of soups from kitchens ; the pantomimes — London itself a pantomime and a masquerade — all these things work themselves into my mind, and feed me without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks about... 
