The prose works of Charles Lamb, Volume 3E. Moxon, 1836 - English literature |
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... THAT VERBAL ALLUSIONS ARE NOT WIT , BECAUSE THEY WILL NOT BEAR TRANSLATION 251 IX . THAT THE WORST PUNS ARE THE BEST 253 X. THAT HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES 258 XI . THAT WE SHOULD NOT LOOK A GIFT - xii . CONTENTS .
... THAT VERBAL ALLUSIONS ARE NOT WIT , BECAUSE THEY WILL NOT BEAR TRANSLATION 251 IX . THAT THE WORST PUNS ARE THE BEST 253 X. THAT HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES 258 XI . THAT WE SHOULD NOT LOOK A GIFT - xii . CONTENTS .
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Charles Lamb. XI . THAT WE SHOULD NOT LOOK A GIFT - HORSE IN Page THE MOUTH XII . THAT HOME IS HOME THOUGH IT IS NEVER SO 262 · HOMELY • 266 • XIII . THAT YOU MUST LOVE ME , AND LOVE MY DOG · 274 XIV . THAT WE SHOULD RISE WITH THE LARK ...
Charles Lamb. XI . THAT WE SHOULD NOT LOOK A GIFT - HORSE IN Page THE MOUTH XII . THAT HOME IS HOME THOUGH IT IS NEVER SO 262 · HOMELY • 266 • XIII . THAT YOU MUST LOVE ME , AND LOVE MY DOG · 274 XIV . THAT WE SHOULD RISE WITH THE LARK ...
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... look upon the remains of an old great house with which I had been impressed in this way in infancy . I was apprised that the owner of it had lately pulled it down ; still I had a vague notion that it could not all have perished , that ...
... look upon the remains of an old great house with which I had been impressed in this way in infancy . I was apprised that the owner of it had lately pulled it down ; still I had a vague notion that it could not all have perished , that ...
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... look , shift- ing its coverlid ( replaced as quickly ) to exercise its tender courage in a momentary eye - encounter with those stern bright visages , staring reciprocally -all Ovid on the walls , in colours vivider than his ...
... look , shift- ing its coverlid ( replaced as quickly ) to exercise its tender courage in a momentary eye - encounter with those stern bright visages , staring reciprocally -all Ovid on the walls , in colours vivider than his ...
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... the while - or kept it almost a secret to ourselves -that he never once lost his self - possession ; that he let out by a thousand droll looks and gestures— Was meant at us , and not at all supposed STAGE ILLUSION . 23.
... the while - or kept it almost a secret to ourselves -that he never once lost his self - possession ; that he let out by a thousand droll looks and gestures— Was meant at us , and not at all supposed STAGE ILLUSION . 23.
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Page 10 - ... prosperity, — an unwelcome remembrancer, — a perpetually recurring mortification, — a drain on your purse, — a more intolerable dun upon your pride, — a drawback upon success, — a rebuke to your rising, — a stain in your blood, — a blot on your 'scutcheon, — a rent in your garment, — a death's head at your banquet, — Agathocles...
Page 149 - Despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease : 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed ; A chamber, deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head.
Page 5 - 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!
Page vi - I grant you — a sort of unlicked, incondite things — villainously pranked in an affected array of antique modes and phrases. They had not been his, if they had been other than such ; and better it is, that a writer should be natural in a self-pleasing quaintness, than to affect a naturalness (so called) that should be strange to him.
Page 177 - Then spake Joshua to the LORD in the day when the LORD delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.
Page 148 - By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot ; Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. And that you know, I envy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of years you STELLA'S feet may kiss.
Page 51 - Another follows with his selection. So the entire journal transpires at length by piece-meal. Seldomreaders are slow readers, and without this expedient no one in the company would probably ever travel through the contents of a whole paper. Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment. What an eternal time that gentleman in black, at Nando 's ' keeps the paper! I am sick of hearing the waiter bawling out incessantly, "the Chronicle is in hand,...
Page 214 - Here is a young and courtly Mandarin, handing tea to a lady from a salver, two miles off. See how distance seems to set off respect ! And here the same lady, or another, (for likeness is identity on teacups,) is stepping into a little fairy boat, moored on the hither side of this calm garden river, with a dainty mincing foot, which in a right angle of incidence (as angles go in our world) must infallibly land her in the midst of a flowery mead a furlong off on the other side of the same strange stream...
Page 141 - 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 languished grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.
Page 288 - ... to their self, and are jealous of your abstractions. By the midnight taper, the writer digests his meditations. By the same light, we must approach to their perusal, if we would catch the flame, the odour.