 | Charles Lamb - 1879 - 732 pàgines
...themselves into my mind, and feed me without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels d in confidence, that it was no demerit of mine that...had caused her to break off the match so abruptly, ao are your rural emotions to me. But consider, what must I have been doing all my life, not to have... | |
 | 1880 - 786 pàgines
...as many and as intense local attachments as any of your mountaineers can have done with dead nature. I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life." Cowper also, in his quiet retirement at Olney, asked : — Where has Pleasure such a field, So rich,... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1881 - 516 pàgines
...themselves into my mind, and feed me with a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into nightwalks about her crowded streets, and...so much life. All these emotions must be strange to y ou ; so are your rural emotions to me. But consider, what must I have been doing all my life, not... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1881 - 866 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...so much life. All these emotions must be strange to . ; so are your rural emotions to me. But consider it must I have been doing all my life, not to have... | |
 | Horace - 1881 - 420 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." When he wrote this, Lamb had never seen a mountain. Soon after, he visited Wordsworth at Rydal Mount... | |
 | 1881 - 976 pàgines
...night walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the rustling Strand from fullness of joy at so much life. All these emotions must be strange to you : so are your rural emotions strange to me.v Wordsworth was not without human sympathy and benevolence ; it was his hope and aim... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1881 - 980 pàgines
...night walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed teai-s in the rustling Strand from fullness of joy at so much life. All these emotions must be strange to you: so are your rural emotions strange to me." Wordsworth was not without human sympathy and benevolence ; it was his hope and aim... | |
 | William Adolphus Wheeler - 1881 - 600 pàgines
...leave, unbribed, Uiberm'a's land, Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand f Samuel Johnson. . I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life. Lamb to Wordsworth. After an hour's walk in the Strand . . . one has the spleen, one meditates suicide.... | |
 | Alfred Ainger - 1882 - 216 pàgines
...finest scenery failed to satisfy his sense of beauty. " The wonder of these sights," he says, " impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and...to me. But consider what must I have been doing all ray life not to have lent great portions of my heart with usury to such scenes?" "What must I have... | |
 | Alfred Ainger - 1882 - 212 pàgines
...finest scenery failed to satisfy his sense of beauty. " The wonder of these sights," he says, " impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and...fulness of joy at so much life. All these emotions musb be strange to you; so are your rural emotions to me. But consider what must I have been doing... | |
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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... 
