The Best Letters of Charles LambA. C. McClurg & Company, 1892 - 336 páginas |
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beautiful BERNARD BARTON blank verse bless brain brother Burns Charles Lamb Charles Lloyd Christ's Hospital Coleridge copy Cottle David Hartley dead DEAR B. B. DEAR WORDSWORTH death dream Elia Enfield epic essay exquisite eyes fancy feel genius gentleman George Dyer give gone hand happy hath head hear heard heart Hertfordshire hope hour Joan Joan of Arc kind lady Lamb's letter lines live Lloyd London look Lyrical Ballads Mary Lamb mean ment Milton mind Miss Monody morning never night Peter Bell pleasant pleased pleasure poem poet poetry poor Pray present pretty Religious Musings remember scarce seems Shakspeare sister Skiddaw sonnet soul Southey spirits sweet talk tell thank things Thomas Hood thou thought tion verses volume walk week wish WORDSWORTH write wrote
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Página 147 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 13 - Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines ; Curl me about, ye gadding vines ; And oh so close your circles lace, That I may never leave this place : But lest your fetters prove too weak, Ere I your silken bondage break, Do you, O brambles, chain me too, And, courteous briars, nail me through.
Página 12 - 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 of my oldest recollections.
Página 87 - Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun...
Página 289 - All the dogs here are going mad, if you believe the overseers ; but I protest they seem to me very rational and collected. But nothing is so deceitful as mad people, to those who are not used to them. Try him with hot water : if he won't lick it up it is a sign he does not like it. Does his tail wag horizontally, or perpendicularly ? That has decided the fate of many dogs in Enfield. Is his general deportment cheerful ? I mean when he is pleased — for otherwise there is no judging. You can't be...
Página 166 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove ; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love...
Página 142 - I was born, the furniture which has been before my eyes all my life, a bookcase which has followed me about, like a faithful dog (only exceeding him in knowledge), wherever I have moved ; old chairs, old tables, streets, squares, where I have sunned myself, my old school— these are my mistresses — have I not enough without your mountains 7 I do not envy you.
Página 197 - The pleasure-house is dust : behind, before, This is no common waste, no common gloom ; But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. "She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known ; But at the coming of the milder day These monuments shall all be overgrown.
Página 168 - All my strength is gone, and I am like a fool, bereft of her co-operation. I dare not think, lest I should think wrong ; so used am I to look up to her in the least and the biggest perplexity. To say all that I know of her, would be more than I think anybody could...
Página 12 - A light frame, so fragile that it seemed as if a breath would overthrow it, clad in clerklike black, was surmounted by a head of form and expression the most noble and sweet. His black hair curled crisply about an expanded forehead ; his eyes, softly brown, twinkled with varying expression, though the prevalent feeling was sad ; and the nose slightly curved, and delicately carved at the nostril, with the lower outline of the face regularly oval, completed a head which was finely placed on the shoulders,...