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... and my wonder ; but the mild Galba thoughts of fled posterity . had my love .
There they stood That Beauty with the cool in the coldness of death yet freshblue
pastoral drapery , and a ness of immortality . lamb — that hung next the great
... though they go about , forget kind feelings in fastidious - and are talked of here
and there , ness , of an old “ Circulating Li - we know , have not endenizened
brary ” Tom Jones , or Vicar of themselves ( nor possibly ever will ) Wakefield !
With how sad steps , O Moon , thou The curious wits , seeing dull pensiveclimb '
st the skies ; ness How silently ; and with how wan a Bewray itself in my long -
settled eyes , face ! Whence those same fumes of melancholy What ! may it be ,
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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