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I could have exclaimed with that garden-loving poet — 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 ...
Adieu, pleasant, and thrice pleasant shade ! with my parting thanks for many a
heavy hour of life lightened by thy harmless extravaganzas, public or domestic.
Rhadamanthus, who tries the lighter causes below, leaving to his two brethren
Breathless as he saw me, he stayed not for congratulation or reply, but mutely
stalked away, leaving me to chew upon his new-blown dignities at leisure. In fact,
nothing could be said to it. Expressive silence alone could muse his praise.
... false saints, usurpers of true shrines, intruders into the sanctuary, thrusting out
the legitimate occupants. To reach down a well-bound semblance of a volume,
and hope it some kind-hearted play-book, then, opening what " seem its leaves,"
... maintain it) a little torn, and dog's-eared. How beautiful to a genuine lover of
reading are the sullied leaves, and worn out appearance, nay, the very odour (
beyond Russia,) if 46 DETACHED THOUGHTS.
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Oh, my, these are hilarious! A collection of essays by Lamb's imaginary friend, an eclectic, off-beat and highly opinionated persona. The preface, bemoaning the death of the imaginary friend while ... Read full review