The Prose Works of Charles Lamb ...: Elia. First seriesE. Moxon, 1836 - English literature |
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... keeping in Queen Anne's reign ; or , with less hallowed curiosity , seeking to unveil some of the mysteries of that tremendous HOAX , whose extent the petty peculators of our day look back upon with the same expression of incredulous ...
... keeping in Queen Anne's reign ; or , with less hallowed curiosity , seeking to unveil some of the mysteries of that tremendous HOAX , whose extent the petty peculators of our day look back upon with the same expression of incredulous ...
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... keep all their days holy , as long back as I was at school at Christ's . I remember their effigies , by the same token , in the old Basket Prayer Book . There hung Peter in his uneasy posture holy Bartlemy in the troublesome act of ...
... keep all their days holy , as long back as I was at school at Christ's . I remember their effigies , by the same token , in the old Basket Prayer Book . There hung Peter in his uneasy posture holy Bartlemy in the troublesome act of ...
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... keep them too rigorously . For with G. D. - to be absent from the body , is sometimes ( not to speak it profanely ) to be present with the Lord . At the very time when , personally encountering thee , he passes on with no recognition ...
... keep them too rigorously . For with G. D. - to be absent from the body , is sometimes ( not to speak it profanely ) to be present with the Lord . At the very time when , personally encountering thee , he passes on with no recognition ...
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... keep upon the leads of the ward , as they called our dormitories . This game went on for better than a week , till the fool- ish beast , not able to fare well but he must cry roast meat - happier than Caligula's minion , could he have ...
... keep upon the leads of the ward , as they called our dormitories . This game went on for better than a week , till the fool- ish beast , not able to fare well but he must cry roast meat - happier than Caligula's minion , could he have ...
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... keep his treasury always empty . He did it by force of an aphorism , which he had often in his mouth , that " money kept longer than three days stinks . " So he made use of it while it was fresh . A good part he drank away ( for he was ...
... keep his treasury always empty . He did it by force of an aphorism , which he had often in his mouth , that " money kept longer than three days stinks . " So he made use of it while it was fresh . A good part he drank away ( for he was ...
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Page 187 - s made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside My soul into the boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 45 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 187 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 230 - ... old great house and gardens too, but had too much spirit to be always pent up within their boundaries, — and how their uncle grew up to man's estate as brave as he was handsome...
Page 228 - I in particular used to spend many hours by myself in gazing upon the old busts of the twelve Caesars, that had been Emperors of Rome, till the old marble heads would seem to live again, or I to be turned into marble with them...
Page 151 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 19 - What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers, that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians, were reposing here, as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage...
Page 187 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Page 184 - I WAS born, and passed the first seven years of my life, in the Temple. Its church, its halls, its gardens, its fountain, its river, I had almost said — for in those young years, what was this king of rivers to me but a stream that watered our pleasant places ? — these are my oldest recollections.
Page 185 - What an antique air had the now almost effaced sun-dials, with their moral inscriptions, seeming coevals with that Time which they measured, and to take their revelations of its flight immediately from heaven, holding correspondence with the fountain of light!