The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Miscellaneous prose, 1798-1834Methuen & Company, 1903 |
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... looks like prosperity , yet felt respect for its declining lustre . The farmers , and better sort of people , ( as they are called , ) all promised to provide for Rosamund , when her grandmother should die . Margaret trusted in God ...
... looks like prosperity , yet felt respect for its declining lustre . The farmers , and better sort of people , ( as they are called , ) all promised to provide for Rosamund , when her grandmother should die . Margaret trusted in God ...
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... look at the girl , who had all this time been silent , took leave of them with saying " I shall bring Elinor to see you in the evening . " When he was gone , the old lady began to prattle . " That is a sweet dispositioned youth , and I ...
... look at the girl , who had all this time been silent , took leave of them with saying " I shall bring Elinor to see you in the evening . " When he was gone , the old lady began to prattle . " That is a sweet dispositioned youth , and I ...
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... look upon each other , and conceive Not what they ail'd ; yet something they did ail , And yet were well - and yet they were not well ; And what was their disease , they could not tell . In this first garden of their simpleness They ...
... look upon each other , and conceive Not what they ail'd ; yet something they did ail , And yet were well - and yet they were not well ; And what was their disease , they could not tell . In this first garden of their simpleness They ...
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... look grave - but there was a cordial sunshine in the face of Elinor , before which any clouds of reserve , that had been gathering on Rosamund's soon brake away . " Does your grandmother ever go out , Rosamund ? " Margaret prevented the ...
... look grave - but there was a cordial sunshine in the face of Elinor , before which any clouds of reserve , that had been gathering on Rosamund's soon brake away . " Does your grandmother ever go out , Rosamund ? " Margaret prevented the ...
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... look at him — O GOD , Maria ! such a look ! it plainly spake that she was willing to have shared her precious hope with the partner of her earthly cares - but she found a repulse— Deprived of such a wife , think you , the old man could ...
... look at him — O GOD , Maria ! such a look ! it plainly spake that she was willing to have shared her precious hope with the partner of her earthly cares - but she found a repulse— Deprived of such a wife , think you , the old man could ...
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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.