The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Miscellaneous prose, 1798-1834Methuen & Company, 1903 |
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... heard it a hundred times before - and a hundred times more she could have heard it , without suspecting it to be tedious . Rosamund loved her grandmother . The old lady loved Rosamund too ; and she had reason for so doing . Rosamund was ...
... heard it a hundred times before - and a hundred times more she could have heard it , without suspecting it to be tedious . Rosamund loved her grandmother . The old lady loved Rosamund too ; and she had reason for so doing . Rosamund was ...
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... heard of this , if Rosamund had not told of it herself . But this young maid had a delicate moral sense , which would not suffer her to take advantage of her grandmother , to deceive her , or conceal any thing from her , though Margaret ...
... heard of this , if Rosamund had not told of it herself . But this young maid had a delicate moral sense , which would not suffer her to take advantage of her grandmother , to deceive her , or conceal any thing from her , though Margaret ...
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... heard of the invitation . This was to have been an important evening . But Elinor soon relieved her brother , by expressing her readiness to go alone to the cottage . " I will not lose the pleasure I promised myself , whatever you may ...
... heard of the invitation . This was to have been an important evening . But Elinor soon relieved her brother , by expressing her readiness to go alone to the cottage . " I will not lose the pleasure I promised myself , whatever you may ...
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... wandered so often with her beloved Clare . Who now so happy as Rosamund ? She had oft - times heard Allan speak with great tenderness of his sister — she was now ram- 66 " " bling , arm in arm , with ROSAMUND GRAY 13.
... wandered so often with her beloved Clare . Who now so happy as Rosamund ? She had oft - times heard Allan speak with great tenderness of his sister — she was now ram- 66 " " bling , arm in arm , with ROSAMUND GRAY 13.
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... heard him say — and at such times my mother would speak to him so soothingly of forgiveness , and long - suffering , and the bearing of injuries with patience ; would heal all his wounds with so gentle a touch ; -I have seen the old man ...
... heard him say — and at such times my mother would speak to him so soothingly of forgiveness , and long - suffering , and the bearing of injuries with patience ; would heal all his wounds with so gentle a touch ; -I have seen the old man ...
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Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 501 - I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made : marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 374 - Where Angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.