The Works of Charles Lamb, 1. köideC. and J. Ollier, 1818 |
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... , to be sure . The girl had heard it a hundred times before- and a hundred times more she could have heard it , without suspecting it to be tedious . Rosa- mund loved her grandmother . The old lady loved Rosamund too ; and she had.
... , to be sure . The girl had heard it a hundred times before- and a hundred times more she could have heard it , without suspecting it to be tedious . Rosa- mund loved her grandmother . The old lady loved Rosamund too ; and she had.
Page 200
... mund , and , now I am in the vein will tell it . Some , I know , will think these things trifles →→→ and they are so - but if these minutia make my reader better acquainted with Rosamund , I am content to abide the imputation . These ...
... mund , and , now I am in the vein will tell it . Some , I know , will think these things trifles →→→ and they are so - but if these minutia make my reader better acquainted with Rosamund , I am content to abide the imputation . These ...
Page 207
... mund fetch Mr. Clare a glass of her currant wine , a bowl of new milk , or some cheap dain- ty , which was more welcome to Allan than the costliest delicacies of a prince's court . The boy and girl , for they were no more at that age ...
... mund fetch Mr. Clare a glass of her currant wine , a bowl of new milk , or some cheap dain- ty , which was more welcome to Allan than the costliest delicacies of a prince's court . The boy and girl , for they were no more at that age ...
Page 212
... hastily cropping a few roses to fling into his basket , went away with it half filled , being impatient to announce to Rosa- mund the coming of her promised visitor . CHAPTER V. WHEN Allan returned home , he found an 212 A TALE .
... hastily cropping a few roses to fling into his basket , went away with it half filled , being impatient to announce to Rosa- mund the coming of her promised visitor . CHAPTER V. WHEN Allan returned home , he found an 212 A TALE .
Page 216
... unfrequently put the girl right when she stumbled or skipped . This Margaret imputed to giddiness - a quality which Rosa- mund was by no means remarkable for - but old ladies , like Margaret , are not in all instances 216 A TALE .
... unfrequently put the girl right when she stumbled or skipped . This Margaret imputed to giddiness - a quality which Rosa- mund was by no means remarkable for - but old ladies , like Margaret , are not in all instances 216 A TALE .
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Allan Clare beauty better Black thoughts BLANK VERSE bless bosom brother child Christ's Hospital cottage DANIEL dead dear delight Devon dizzard dream drink Elinor Clare eyes fancy father fear feel forest of SHERWOOD friendship gave my heart gentle girl gone grace grandmother grief happy happy days Harry Freeman hath heard heart Herodias humour JOHN WOODVIL knew leave live look LOVEL Margaret Maria Martha MARTIN Mary Matravis melancholy mind mirth Miss Clare mistress morning mund never night o'er old familiar faces old lady parents PETER poor pray pride racter recollection Rosamund Gray samund SANDFORD scene SECOND GENTLEMAN secret seemed shew sigh SIMON SIR WALTER sleep smile spirits stranger sure sweet talk tears tell tender thee things THIRD GENTLEMAN thou thought Twas walk wandered weep Widford wine young maid youth
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Page 2 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed, And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate, That flushed her spirit, I know not by what name beside I shall it call : — if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied, She did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker rule. Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was trained in Nature's school, Nature had blest her.
Page 36 - Twas but in a sort I blamed thee: None e'er prosper'd who defamed thee; Irony all, and feign'd abuse, Such as perplex'd lovers use, At a need, when, in despair To paint forth their fairest fair, Or in part but to express That exceeding comeliness Which their fancies doth so strike, They borrow language of dislike; And, instead of Dearest Miss...
Page 15 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 2 - Nature had blest her. A waking eye, a prying mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour ! gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet, as heretofore, Some summer morning, When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning ? THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.
Page 35 - None so sovereign to the brain. Nature that did in thee excel, Framed again no second smell. Roses, violets, but toys For the smaller sort of boys, Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent. Stinking'st of the stinking kind, Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind...
Page 32 - Bacchus' black servant, negro fine; Sorcerer, that mak'st us dote upon Thy begrimed complexion, And, for thy pernicious sake, More and greater oaths to break Than reclaimed lovers take "Gainst women : thou thy siege dost lay Much too in the female way, While thou suck'st the lab'ring breath Faster than kisses or than death.
Page 34 - Some few vapours thou mayst raise, The weak brain may serve to amaze, But to the reins and nobler heart, Canst nor life nor heat impart. Brother of Bacchus, later born, The old world was sure forlorn, Wanting thee, that aidest more The god's victories than before All his panthers, and the brawls Of his piping Bacchanals.
Page 15 - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her—- All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 16 - Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces.
Page 122 - Not many ; some few, as thus :— To see the sun to bed, and to arise, Like some hot amourist with glowing eyes, Bursting the lazy bands of sleep that bound him, With all his fires and travelling glories round him.