The Works of Charles Lamb, Tom 1C. and J. Ollier, 1818 |
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... told them , How on a sick bed she lay - Months , while they had kept away , And had no inquiries made If she were alive or dead ; - How , for want of a true friend , She was brought near to her end , And was like so to have died , With ...
... told them , How on a sick bed she lay - Months , while they had kept away , And had no inquiries made If she were alive or dead ; - How , for want of a true friend , She was brought near to her end , And was like so to have died , With ...
Strona 72
... to recount the oft - told tale Or anecdote domestic . Wise she was , And wondrous skilled in genealogies , And could in apt and voluble terms discourse Of births , of titles , and alliances ; Of 72 12 . BLANK VERSE . The Grandame.
... to recount the oft - told tale Or anecdote domestic . Wise she was , And wondrous skilled in genealogies , And could in apt and voluble terms discourse Of births , of titles , and alliances ; Of 72 12 . BLANK VERSE . The Grandame.
Strona 94
... told . Perhaps he might have seen them if he would . I have known him more quick - sighted . Let that pass . All things seem chang'd , I think . I had a friend , ( I can't but weep to think him alter'd too , ) These things are best ...
... told . Perhaps he might have seen them if he would . I have known him more quick - sighted . Let that pass . All things seem chang'd , I think . I had a friend , ( I can't but weep to think him alter'd too , ) These things are best ...
Strona 95
... told of these affronts . MARGARET . I am the daughter of his father's friend , Sir Walter's orphan - ward . I am not his servant maid , that I should wait The opportunity of a gracious hearing , Enquire the times and seasons when to put ...
... told of these affronts . MARGARET . I am the daughter of his father's friend , Sir Walter's orphan - ward . I am not his servant maid , that I should wait The opportunity of a gracious hearing , Enquire the times and seasons when to put ...
Strona 143
... , when they are drunk ; Some brawl of matter foreign to themselves ; And some , the most resolved fools of all , Have told their dearest secrets in their cups . SCENE - The Forest . SIR WALTER . SIMON . A TRAGEDY . 143.
... , when they are drunk ; Some brawl of matter foreign to themselves ; And some , the most resolved fools of all , Have told their dearest secrets in their cups . SCENE - The Forest . SIR WALTER . SIMON . A TRAGEDY . 143.
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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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Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.