The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Miscellaneous prose, 1798-1834Methuen & Company, 1903 |
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... soul running on , unheard and unheeded , when it occurred to her , that possibly the girl might not be within hearing . And true it was , that Rosamund had slunk away at the first mention of Mr. Clare's good qualities : and when she ...
... soul running on , unheard and unheeded , when it occurred to her , that possibly the girl might not be within hearing . And true it was , that Rosamund had slunk away at the first mention of Mr. Clare's good qualities : and when she ...
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... soul would only fret , if she told her of it , -and when once Margaret was set a fretting for other people's misfortunes , the fit held her pretty long . So Rosamund that very afternoon began another piece of the same size and subject ...
... soul would only fret , if she told her of it , -and when once Margaret was set a fretting for other people's misfortunes , the fit held her pretty long . So Rosamund that very afternoon began another piece of the same size and subject ...
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... soul is exceeding sorrowful for thee - I loath to tell the hateful circumstances of thy wrongs . Night and silence were the only witnesses of this young maid's disgrace— Matravis fled . Rosamund , polluted and disgraced , wandered , an ...
... soul is exceeding sorrowful for thee - I loath to tell the hateful circumstances of thy wrongs . Night and silence were the only witnesses of this young maid's disgrace— Matravis fled . Rosamund , polluted and disgraced , wandered , an ...
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... souls , sincere , and kind . - But they have hitherto eluded my pursuit , and will continue to bless the little circle of their families and friends , while I must remain a stranger to them . " Kept at a distance by mankind , I have not ...
... souls , sincere , and kind . - But they have hitherto eluded my pursuit , and will continue to bless the little circle of their families and friends , while I must remain a stranger to them . " Kept at a distance by mankind , I have not ...
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... soul . Hecate in Middleton has a son , a low buffoon : the hags of Shakspeare have neither child of their own , nor seem to be descended from any parent . They are foul anomalies , of whom we know not whence they are sprung , nor ...
... soul . Hecate in Middleton has a son , a low buffoon : the hags of Shakspeare have neither child of their own , nor seem to be descended from any parent . They are foul anomalies , of whom we know not whence they are sprung , nor ...
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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.