The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Miscellaneous prose, 1798-1834Methuen & Company, 1903 |
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... passion , but not without foundation in reality and observation , which true lovers have ever imputed to the object of their affections . This character Rosamund had now acquired with Allan - something angelic , perfect , exceeding ...
... passion , but not without foundation in reality and observation , which true lovers have ever imputed to the object of their affections . This character Rosamund had now acquired with Allan - something angelic , perfect , exceeding ...
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... passion , ho ! ho ; and falls to calling me names , dizzard , ass , lunatic , moper , Bedlamite , Pseudo - Democritus . smile in his face , bidding him be patient , tranquil , to no pur- pose , he still rages , I think this man must ...
... passion , ho ! ho ; and falls to calling me names , dizzard , ass , lunatic , moper , Bedlamite , Pseudo - Democritus . smile in his face , bidding him be patient , tranquil , to no pur- pose , he still rages , I think this man must ...
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... passion is upon him , is for a time at least addicted to groves and meadows and purling streams . During this short period of my existence , I contracted just familiarity enough with rural objects to understand tolerably well ever after ...
... passion is upon him , is for a time at least addicted to groves and meadows and purling streams . During this short period of my existence , I contracted just familiarity enough with rural objects to understand tolerably well ever after ...
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... passion , sometimes of the deepest quality , interesting situations , serious descriptions , that which is more nearly allied to poetry than to wit , and to tragic rather than to comic poetry . The plays which I made choice of were ...
... passion , sometimes of the deepest quality , interesting situations , serious descriptions , that which is more nearly allied to poetry than to wit , and to tragic rather than to comic poetry . The plays which I made choice of were ...
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... passion with which himself , being a prisoner in the English king's court , is enamoured to frenzy of the king's daughter Agripyna , is done to the life . Orleans is as passionate an inamorato as any which Shakspeare ever drew . He is ...
... passion with which himself , being a prisoner in the English king's court , is enamoured to frenzy of the king's daughter Agripyna , is done to the life . Orleans is as passionate an inamorato as any which Shakspeare ever drew . He is ...
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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.