The Essays of EliaHoughton, Mifflin, and Company, 1907 - 226 psl. |
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... brought their author little profit ; and because of his anxiety to add to his scanty salary , he wrote , in 1798 , the story called The Tale of Rosamund Gray and Old Blind Margaret . This little romance is almost as well worth reading ...
... brought their author little profit ; and because of his anxiety to add to his scanty salary , he wrote , in 1798 , the story called The Tale of Rosamund Gray and Old Blind Margaret . This little romance is almost as well worth reading ...
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... brought out . Writing to Coleridge , Lamb laughs at the " slender labours " dignified by the title of " Works , " and says , " You will find your old associate in his second volume dwindled into prose and criticism ! " Not yet did he ...
... brought out . Writing to Coleridge , Lamb laughs at the " slender labours " dignified by the title of " Works , " and says , " You will find your old associate in his second volume dwindled into prose and criticism ! " Not yet did he ...
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... brought to- gether in early life ( which has a tendency to assimi- late the members of corporate bodies to each other ) , but , for the most part , placed in this house in ripe or middle age , they necessarily carried into it their ...
... brought to- gether in early life ( which has a tendency to assimi- late the members of corporate bodies to each other ) , but , for the most part , placed in this house in ripe or middle age , they necessarily carried into it their ...
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... brought on the hour of tea and visiting . The simultaneous sound of his well- known rap at the door with the stroke of the clock announcing six , was a topic of never - failing mirth in the families which this dear old bachelor ...
... brought on the hour of tea and visiting . The simultaneous sound of his well- known rap at the door with the stroke of the clock announcing six , was a topic of never - failing mirth in the families which this dear old bachelor ...
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... brought him daily by his maid or aunt ! I remember the good old relative ( in whom love forbade pride ) squatting down upon some odd stone in a by - nook of the cloisters , disclosing the viands ( of higher regale than those cates which ...
... brought him daily by his maid or aunt ! I remember the good old relative ( in whom love forbade pride ) squatting down upon some odd stone in a by - nook of the cloisters , disclosing the viands ( of higher regale than those cates which ...
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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...
52 psl. - Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimaeras dire stories of Celaeno and the Harpies may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition ; but they were there before. They are transcripts, types, the archetypes are in us, and eternal.
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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.
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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.
53 psl. - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.