The Letters of Charles Lamb: Newly Arranged, with Additions, Volumen2A. C. Armstrong & son, 1888 |
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... Believe me ever yours , C. LAMB . I have but one holiday , which is Christmas Day itself nakedly no pretty garnish and fringes of St. John's Day , Holy Innocents , etc. , that used to bestud it all around in the calendar . Improbe labor ...
... Believe me ever yours , C. LAMB . I have but one holiday , which is Christmas Day itself nakedly no pretty garnish and fringes of St. John's Day , Holy Innocents , etc. , that used to bestud it all around in the calendar . Improbe labor ...
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... believe that paddling about with a stick in a pond , and fishing up a dead author , whom his intolerable wrongs had driven to that deed of desperation , would turn the heart of one of these obtuse literary BELLS . There is no Cock for ...
... believe that paddling about with a stick in a pond , and fishing up a dead author , whom his intolerable wrongs had driven to that deed of desperation , would turn the heart of one of these obtuse literary BELLS . There is no Cock for ...
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... kindly , I write in misery . CHARLES LAMB . N.B. - The best pen I could borrow at our butcher's : the ink , I verily believe , came out of the kennel . LETTER CLXXXVI . ] To J. TAYLOR . July 30 34 LETTERS OF CHARLES LAMB .
... kindly , I write in misery . CHARLES LAMB . N.B. - The best pen I could borrow at our butcher's : the ink , I verily believe , came out of the kennel . LETTER CLXXXVI . ] To J. TAYLOR . July 30 34 LETTERS OF CHARLES LAMB .
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... believe on my part sincere . Hartley I do not so often see ; but I never see him in unwelcome hour . I thoroughly love and honour him . I send you a frozen epistle , but it is Winter and dead time of the year with me . May heaven keep ...
... believe on my part sincere . Hartley I do not so often see ; but I never see him in unwelcome hour . I thoroughly love and honour him . I send you a frozen epistle , but it is Winter and dead time of the year with me . May heaven keep ...
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... Believe me , with great respect , yours , C. LAMB . I shall always be happy to see or hear from you LETTER CXCIII . ] To MRS . KENNEY . London , September 11 , 1822 . Dear Mrs. K. - Mary got home safe on Friday night . She has suffered ...
... Believe me , with great respect , yours , C. LAMB . I shall always be happy to see or hear from you LETTER CXCIII . ] To MRS . KENNEY . London , September 11 , 1822 . Dear Mrs. K. - Mary got home safe on Friday night . She has suffered ...
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Página 354 - AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Página 352 - But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy; The grace of forest charms decayed.
Página 204 - Wouldst thou divert thyself from melancholy ? Wouldst thou be pleasant, yet be far from folly ? Wouldst thou read riddles and their explanation ? Or else be drowned in thy contemplation ? Dost thou love picking meat ? Or wouldst thou see A man i...
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Página 311 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense: Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Página 160 - Specimens of English Dramatic Poets who lived about the time of Shakspeare...
Página 128 - The incomprehensibleness of my condition overwhelmed me. It was like passing from life into eternity. Every year to be as long as three, ie to have three times as much real time — time that is my own, in it ! I wandered about thinking I was happy, but feeling I was not. But that tumultuousness is passing off, and I begin to understand the nature of the gift.
Página 105 - Thoughts,' which you may have seen, in one of which he pictures the parting of soul and body by a solid mass of human form floating off, God knows how, from a lumpish mass (fac Simile to itself) left behind on the dying bed.
Página 90 - You are too much apprehensive of your complaint : I know many that are always ailing of it, and live on to a good old age. I know a merry fellow (you partly know him) who, when his medical adviser told him he had drunk away all that part, congratulated himself (now his liver was gone) that he should be the longest liver of the two.