The Works of Charles Lamb: To which are Prefixed, His Letters, and a Sketch of His Life, by Thomas Noon Talfourd, One of His ExecutorsHarper & Brothers, 1838 - 476 pages |
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ALBUM beauty BERNARD BARTON Black thoughts blank verse Catharine CHARLES LAMB child Christ's Hospital Coleridge dead dear death delight doth drink Enfield Essays of Elia eyes face fancy father fear feel following letter Frampton friendship gentle gentleman give gone grace grave band hand Harry Freeman hath hear heard heart holyday honour hope humour John John Woodvil kind knew lady Lamb Lamb's leave live Lloyd London look Lovel maid Margaret Mary mind Miss morning muse never night noble once play pleasant pleasure poem poet poetry poor pray pride Quaker remember Sandford scarce Selby Sir Walter sister Skiddaw sleep smile sonnet soul Southey spirits strange sweet talk tell thee things thou thought twas verse VINCENT BOURNE walk wish wonder Woodvil words Wordsworth write young youth
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Page 339 - 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 151 - Specimens of English Dramatic Poets who lived about the time of Shakspeare...
Page 128 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove ; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love...
Page 346 - Such as perplexed 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 331 - 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 flush'd 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.
Page 44 - Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun...
Page 108 - The lighted shops of the Strand and Fleet Street ; the innumerable trades, tradesmen, and customers, coaches, waggons, playhouses, all the bustle and wickedness round about Covent Garden ; the watchmen, drunken scenes, rattles — life awake if you awake at all hours of the night ; the impossibility of being dull in Fleet Street ; the crowds, the very dirt and mud, the sun shining upon houses and pavements, the...
Page 61 - As for myself, I walk abroad o' nights And kill sick people groaning under walls : Sometimes I go about and poison wells ; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinioned along by my door.
Page 108 - ... steams of soups from kitchens ; the pantomimes — London itself a pantomime and a masquerade — all these things work themselves into my mind, and feed me without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand, from fulness of joy at so much life.
Page 161 - The pleasure-house is dust : behind, before, This is no common waste, no common gloom ; But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. "She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known ; But at the coming of the milder day These monuments shall all be overgrown.