The Essays of Elia: 1st [and 2d] seriesE. Moxon, 1841 |
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... poem , entitled " A Letter from a Child to its Grandmother , " written by Mr. John Lamb for his eldest son , though possessing no merit beyond simpli- city of expression , may show the manner in which he endeavoured to discharge his ...
... poem , entitled " A Letter from a Child to its Grandmother , " written by Mr. John Lamb for his eldest son , though possessing no merit beyond simpli- city of expression , may show the manner in which he endeavoured to discharge his ...
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... poets , in that season of comparative barrenness , had made the deepest impression on Lamb . There Coleridge talked ... poems with that deep sweetness of into- nation which sunk into the heart of his hearer . To these meetings Lamb was ...
... poets , in that season of comparative barrenness , had made the deepest impression on Lamb . There Coleridge talked ... poems with that deep sweetness of into- nation which sunk into the heart of his hearer . To these meetings Lamb was ...
Σελίδα 7
... poems , though rugged in point of versification , will be found by those who will read them with the calm attention they require , replete with criti- cal and moral suggestions of the highest value . He and Coleridge were devoted wholly ...
... poems , though rugged in point of versification , will be found by those who will read them with the calm attention they require , replete with criti- cal and moral suggestions of the highest value . He and Coleridge were devoted wholly ...
Σελίδα 8
... poem , " criticise it . I like not to select any part where all is excel- lent . I can only admire and thank you for it , in the name of a lover of true poetry- Believe thou , O my soul , Life is a vision shadowy of truth ; And pain ...
... poem , " criticise it . I like not to select any part where all is excel- lent . I can only admire and thank you for it , in the name of a lover of true poetry- Believe thou , O my soul , Life is a vision shadowy of truth ; And pain ...
Σελίδα 9
... poem on he exhausted his stores of tender plaintiveness ? or is he the same in this last as in all his former pieces ? The duties of the day call me off from this pleasant intercourse with my friend - so for the present adieu . Now for ...
... poem on he exhausted his stores of tender plaintiveness ? or is he the same in this last as in all his former pieces ? The duties of the day call me off from this pleasant intercourse with my friend - so for the present adieu . Now for ...
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actor admiration beauty Benchers BERNARD BARTON character CHARLES LAMB Christ's Hospital Coleridge confess dear delight dreams EDWARD MOXON Elia Enfield Essays of Elia eyes face fancy fear feel genius gentle gentleman give grace hand hath head hear heard heart Hertfordshire honour hope hour humour Inner Temple kind knew lady Lamb Lamb's less live London look Malvolio manner Margate MDCCCXLI ment mind Miss moral morning Munden nature ness never night occasion once pain passion perhaps person play pleasant pleasure poem poet poetry poor present pretty Quaker reason remember ROBERT WILLIAM ELLISTON scarce seemed seen sense sight Skiddaw sonnet sort Southey spirit sure sweet taste tell thee thing thou thought tion truth verse walk whist wish words Wordsworth write young younkers
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Σελίδα 12 - reckoned, in particular, on my aunt's living many years ; she was a very hearty old woman. But she was a mere skeleton before she died, looked more like a corpse that had lain weeks in the grave, than one fresh dead. ' Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes tobehold the sun; but
Σελίδα 5 - witcombats," (to dally awhile with the words of old Fuller), between him and CV Le G , " which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man of war ; Master C'oleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances.
Σελίδα 32 - love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks; thy languish! grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. Then, even of fellowship, О Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they
Σελίδα 32 - sweet pillows, sweetest bed A chamber deaf to noise, and blind to light ; A rosy garland, and a weary head. And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shall in me, Livelier than elsewhere, STELLA'S image see.
Σελίδα 5 - PASS their annals by. Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the day-spring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee—the dark pillar not yet turned—Samuel Taylor Coleridge—Logician, Metaphysician, Bard !—How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, intranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the
Σελίδα 68 - who was a shrewd fellow, winked at the manifest iniquity of the decision : and when the court was dismissed, went privily, and bought up all the pigs that could be had for love or money. In a few days his Lordship's town-house was observed to
Σελίδα 54 - and think what we might spare it out of, and what saving we could hit upon, that should be an equivalent. A thing was worth buying then, when we felt the money that we paid for it. " Do you remember the brown suit, which you made to hang upon
Σελίδα 69 - impart a share of the good things of this life which fall to their lot (few as mine are in this kind) to a friend. I protest I take as great an interest in my friend's pleasures, his relishes, and proper satisfactions, as in mine own. "Presents," I often say, " endear Absents.
Σελίδα 56 - crying, and asked if their little mourning which they had on was not for uncle John, and they looked up, and prayed me not to go on about their uncle, but to tell them some stories about their pretty dead mother. Then I told how for seven long years, in