Final memorials of Charles Lamb, letters [ed.] with sketches of some of his companions by T.N. Talfourd, Volume 1

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Página 29 - At some future time I will amuse you with an account, as full as my memory will permit, of the strange turn my frenzy took. I look back upon it at times with a gloomy kind of envy ; for, while it lasted, I had many, many hours of pure happiness. Dream not, Coleridge, of having tasted all the grandeur and wildness of fancy till you have gone mad ! All now seems to me vapid, comparatively so.
Página 53 - I will only give you the outlines : my poor dear, dearest sister, in a fit of insanity, has been the death of her own mother. I was at hand only time enough to snatch the knife out of her grasp. She is at present in a madhouse, from whence, I fear, she must be moved to an .hospital.
Página 200 - The Falconer to the Lady said ; And she made answer " ENDLESS SORROW ! " For she knew that her Son was dead. She knew it by the Falconer's words, And from the look of the Falconer's eye; And from the love which was in her soul For her youthful Romilly.
Página 148 - Travels, where the mind is kept in a placid state of little wonderments; but the Ancient Marinere undergoes such Trials, as overwhelm and bury all individuality or memory of what he was, like the state of a man in a Bad dream, one terrible peculiarity of which is: that all consciousness of personality is gone. Your other observation is I think as well a little unfounded: the Marinere from being conversant in supernatural events has acquired a supernatural and strange cast of phrase, eye, appearance,...
Página 197 - But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation...
Página 199 - If for a Lover the Lady wept, A solace she might borrow From death, and from the passion of death: — Old Wharf might heal her sorrow. She weeps not for the wedding-day 45 Which was to be to-morrow: Her hope was a further-looking hope, And hers is a mother's sorrow.
Página 27 - Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream ! The veiling clouds retire, And lo ! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
Página 205 - Stood fixed; and fixed resemblances were seen To implements of ordinary use, But vast in size, in substance glorified; Such as by Hebrew prophets were beheld In vision - forms uncouth of mightiest power For admiration and mysterious awe.
Página 70 - I am got home at last, and, after repeated games at cribbage, have got my father's leave to write awhile ; with difficulty got it, for when I expostulated about playing any more, he aptly replied, " If you won't play with me, you might as well not come home at all.
Página 148 - ... of which is, that all consciousness of personality is gone. Your other observation is, I think as well, a little unfounded : the ' Marinere,' from being conversant in supernatural events, has acquired a supernatural and strange cast of phrase, eye, appearance, &c., which frighten the

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