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appears become better brother brought called carried Charles Charles Lamb Coleridge common death died dreams early Elia English essay face fancy father feel Field garden give grace half hand head heart interest John kind knew Lamb Lamb's late least less light lines lived London look lost Magazine manner Mary matter means mind morning nature never night NOTE NOTE 11 occasion once original passage passed perhaps person play pleasant pleasure poor present reason remember seems seen sense side sometimes sort speak spirit stand stood story Street Temple thing thou thought tion told true turn walk whole writes young
27 psl. - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee the dark pillar not yet turned Samuel Taylor Coleridge Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
116 psl. - James White is extinct, and with him these suppers have long ceased. He carried away with him half the fun of the world when he died of my world at least.
98 psl. - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
97 psl. - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; 8 and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
134 psl. - Agathocles' pot a Mordecai in your gate a Lazarus at your door a lion in your path a frog in your chamber a fly in your ointment a mote in your eye a triumph to your enemy an apology to your friends the one thing not needful the hail in harvest the ounce of sour in a pound of sweet.
94 psl. - ... where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the Abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, That would be foolish, indeed.
41 psl. - I even think that sentimentally I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune. I have been practising
121 psl. - Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who made a discovery, that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt, as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it.