 I could only apprehend my felicity ; I was too confused to taste it sincerely. I wandered about, thinking I was happy, and knowing that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years  Museum of Foreign Literature and Science - Página 120editado por - 1825Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | Charles Lamb - 1852 - 684 páginas
...that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a onitors, and have listened to it, in their rude chaunting,...Bethlehem, and the song which was sung at that season Tune all to himself. It seemed to me that I had more time on my hands than I could ever manage. From... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1855 - 624 páginas
...that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself...was like passing out of time into eternity— for it was a sort of eternity for a man to have his time all to himself. It seemed to me that I had more time... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1856 - 408 páginas
...that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself...like passing out of time into eternity — for it; was a sort of eternity for a man to have his time all to himself. It seemed to me that I had more time... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1867 - 582 páginas
...that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself...— for it is a sort of Eternity for a man to have all his Time to himself. It seemed to me that I had more time on my hands than I could ever manage.... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1894 - 464 páginas
...that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself...— for it is a sort of Eternity for a man to have all his Time to himself. It seemed to me that I had more time on my hands than I could ever manage.... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1867 - 684 páginas
...that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself...with myself. It was like passing out of Time into Eternity—for it is a sort of Eternity for a man to have his Time all to himself. It seemed to me... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1869 - 852 páginas
...that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself...with myself. It was like passing out of Time into Eterniby — for it is a sort of Eternity for a man to have his Time all to himself. It seemed to me... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1875 - 618 páginas
...that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself...like passing out of time into eternity — for it was a sort of eternity for a man to have his time all to himself. It seemed to me that I had more time... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1879 - 732 páginas
...that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself...Eternity for a man to have his Time all to himself. It eeemed to me that I had more time on my hands than I could ever manage. From a poor man, poor1 in Time,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1879 - 454 páginas
...that I was not. I wa3 in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself...— for it is a sort of Eternity for a man to have all his Time to himself. It seemed to me that I had more time on my hands than I could ever manage.... | |
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