The Prose Works of Charles Lamb ...: Elia. First seriesE. Moxon, 1836 - English literature |
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... of trade , —a centre of busy interests . The throng of merchants was here - the * I passed by the walls of Balclutha , and they were desolate.— OSSIAN . B quick pulse of gain - and here some forms of THE SOUTH-SEA HOUSE.
... of trade , —a centre of busy interests . The throng of merchants was here - the * I passed by the walls of Balclutha , and they were desolate.— OSSIAN . B quick pulse of gain - and here some forms of THE SOUTH-SEA HOUSE.
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... passed current among us - Peter Wilkins - the Adventures of the Hon . Capt . Robert Boyle — the Fortunate Blue Coat Boy - and the like . Or we cultivated a turn for mechanic or scientific operations ; making little sun - dials of paper ...
... passed current among us - Peter Wilkins - the Adventures of the Hon . Capt . Robert Boyle — the Fortunate Blue Coat Boy - and the like . Or we cultivated a turn for mechanic or scientific operations ; making little sun - dials of paper ...
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... passed away , or is left to children , who reflect nothing at all about the matter , nor understand any thing in it beyond cake and orange . But the birth of a New Year is of an interest too wide to be pretermitted by king or cobbler ...
... passed away , or is left to children , who reflect nothing at all about the matter , nor understand any thing in it beyond cake and orange . But the birth of a New Year is of an interest too wide to be pretermitted by king or cobbler ...
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... Passed like a cloud - absorbed in the purging sun- light of clear poetry - clean washed away by a wave of genuine Helicon , your only Spa for these hypo- chondries - And now another cup of the generous ! and a merry New Year , and many ...
... Passed like a cloud - absorbed in the purging sun- light of clear poetry - clean washed away by a wave of genuine Helicon , your only Spa for these hypo- chondries - And now another cup of the generous ! and a merry New Year , and many ...
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... passed it over in her adversary without exacting the utmost forfeiture . She fought a good fight : cut and thrust . She held not her good sword ( her cards ) " like a dancer . " She sate bolt upright ; and neither showed you her cards ...
... passed it over in her adversary without exacting the utmost forfeiture . She fought a good fight : cut and thrust . She held not her good sword ( her cards ) " like a dancer . " She sate bolt upright ; and neither showed you her cards ...
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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!