The Works of Charles LambDerby & Jackson, 1856 - 409 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 7
... passion uttered by another , oftentimes gives blameless vent to his most inward feel ings , and expresses his own story modestly ? My late friend was in many respects a singular char- J acter . Those who did not like him ,
... passion uttered by another , oftentimes gives blameless vent to his most inward feel ings , and expresses his own story modestly ? My late friend was in many respects a singular char- J acter . Those who did not like him ,
Σελίδα 9
... stories to be found out . He felt the approaches of age ; and while he pretended to cling to life , you saw how slender were the ties left to bind him . Discoursing with him latterly on this subject , he expressed himself with a ...
... stories to be found out . He felt the approaches of age ; and while he pretended to cling to life , you saw how slender were the ties left to bind him . Discoursing with him latterly on this subject , he expressed himself with a ...
Σελίδα 57
... stories : what dost thou fitting about the world at this rate ? Thy customers are ex- tinct , defunct , bedrid , have ceased to read long ago . Thou goest still among them , seeing if , peradventure , thou canst hawk a volume or two ...
... stories : what dost thou fitting about the world at this rate ? Thy customers are ex- tinct , defunct , bedrid , have ceased to read long ago . Thou goest still among them , seeing if , peradventure , thou canst hawk a volume or two ...
Σελίδα 61
... story of that much - injured , ridiculed man , ( who , perhaps , hath been a byword in your mouth , ) James Naylor : what dreadful sufferings with what patience he endured , even to the boring through of his tongue with red - hot irons ...
... story of that much - injured , ridiculed man , ( who , perhaps , hath been a byword in your mouth , ) James Naylor : what dreadful sufferings with what patience he endured , even to the boring through of his tongue with red - hot irons ...
Σελίδα 72
... stories of love from Ovid , and older poets than Ovid- ( for E. B. is a scholar . ) There was Pyramus and Thisbe , and be sure Dido was not forgot , nor Hero and Leander , and swans more than sang in Caïster , with mottoes and fanciful ...
... stories of love from Ovid , and older poets than Ovid- ( for E. B. is a scholar . ) There was Pyramus and Thisbe , and be sure Dido was not forgot , nor Hero and Leander , and swans more than sang in Caïster , with mottoes and fanciful ...
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Σελίδα 100 - 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.
Σελίδα 100 - 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, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Σελίδα 233 - I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess ? Do they call virtue there — ungratefulness ? The last line of this poem is a little obscured by transposition.
Σελίδα 100 - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new; Where from above the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run; And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we. How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
Σελίδα 140 - Father, the pig, the pig, do come and taste how nice the burnt pig eats." The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed himself that ever he should beget a son that should eat burnt pig.
Σελίδα 357 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Σελίδα 162 - Saturn's reign Such mixture was not held a stain: Oft in glimmering bowers and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove.
Σελίδα 120 - Here John slyly deposited back upon the plate a bunch of grapes, which, not unobserved by Alice, he had meditated dividing with her, and both seemed willing to relinquish them for the present as irrelevant. Then in somewhat a more heightened tone, I told how, though their great-grandmother Field loved all her grand-children, yet in an especial manner she might be said to love their uncle, John L , because he was so handsome and spirited a youth, and a king to the rest of us ; and, instead of moping...
Σελίδα 359 - ... thought on ; even as he himself neglects it. On the stage we see nothing but corporal infirmities and weakness, the impotence of rage ; while we read it, we see not Lear, but we are Lear,— we are in his mind, we are sustained by a grandeur which baffles the malice of daughters and storms ; in the aberrations of his reason, we discover a mighty irregular power of reasoning, immethodized from the ordinary purposes of life, but exerting its powers, as the wind blows where it listeth, at will upon...
Σελίδα 233 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...