The Prose Works of Charles Lamb ...: Elia. First seriesE. Moxon, 1836 - English literature |
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... truth cared one fig about the matter . He " thought an accountant the greatest character in the world , and himself the greatest accountant in it . " Yet John was not without his hobby . The fiddle relieved his vacant hours . He sang ...
... truth cared one fig about the matter . He " thought an accountant the greatest character in the world , and himself the greatest accountant in it . " Yet John was not without his hobby . The fiddle relieved his vacant hours . He sang ...
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... truth cared one fig about the matter . ought an accountant the greatest character world , and himself the greatest accountant Yet John was not without his hobby . The lieved his vacant hours . He sang , eer- ith other notes than to the ...
... truth cared one fig about the matter . ought an accountant the greatest character world , and himself the greatest accountant Yet John was not without his hobby . The lieved his vacant hours . He sang , eer- ith other notes than to the ...
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... truth he wielded the cane with no great good will - holding it " like a dancer . " It looked in his hands rather like an emblem than an instrument of authority ; and an emblem , too , he was ashamed of . He was a good easy man , that ...
... truth he wielded the cane with no great good will - holding it " like a dancer . " It looked in his hands rather like an emblem than an instrument of authority ; and an emblem , too , he was ashamed of . He was a good easy man , that ...
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... truth ? -I feel these audits but too power- fully . I begin to count the probabilities of my duration , and to grudge at the expenditure of mo- ments and shortest periods , like misers ' farthings , In proportion as the years both ...
... truth ? -I feel these audits but too power- fully . I begin to count the probabilities of my duration , and to grudge at the expenditure of mo- ments and shortest periods , like misers ' farthings , In proportion as the years both ...
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... truth , was never greatly taken with cribbage . It was an essentially vulgar game , I have heard her say , -disputing with her uncle , who was 66 very partial to it . She could never heartily 78 MRS . BATTLE'S OPINIONS ON WHIST .
... truth , was never greatly taken with cribbage . It was an essentially vulgar game , I have heard her say , -disputing with her uncle , who was 66 very partial to it . She could never heartily 78 MRS . BATTLE'S OPINIONS ON WHIST .
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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!