LettersJ.M. Dent & Company, 1907 |
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... sure Contain'd , and to one purpose stedfast drawn , Our soul's salvation ! Thou , and I , dear friend , With filial recognition sweet , shall know One day the face of our dear mother in heaven , And her remember'd looks of love shall ...
... sure Contain'd , and to one purpose stedfast drawn , Our soul's salvation ! Thou , and I , dear friend , With filial recognition sweet , shall know One day the face of our dear mother in heaven , And her remember'd looks of love shall ...
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... sure this is a kind of writing , which comes ten - fold better recommended to the heart , comes there more like a neighbour or familiar , than thousands of Hamnels , and Zillahs , and Madelons . I beg you will send me the " Holly Tree ...
... sure this is a kind of writing , which comes ten - fold better recommended to the heart , comes there more like a neighbour or familiar , than thousands of Hamnels , and Zillahs , and Madelons . I beg you will send me the " Holly Tree ...
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... fresh clean half - sheet , merely to say , what I hope you are sure of without my repeating it , that I would have you consider me , dear Manning , Your sincere friend , C. LAMB . BOOK II . 1800-1809 SOME CHARTLESS YEARS ; AND A 124 ...
... fresh clean half - sheet , merely to say , what I hope you are sure of without my repeating it , that I would have you consider me , dear Manning , Your sincere friend , C. LAMB . BOOK II . 1800-1809 SOME CHARTLESS YEARS ; AND A 124 ...
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Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb William MacDonald. Sure ad in ther Ou WC S decies Fish t 1 ¦ : Tity I be nce part ; t Jost , b the ma Bishop are th YOU I dumb Thye at the staff ' Loy Pra letter expla preve Gtrifli XLIX " F que dra adv to neither ...
Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb William MacDonald. Sure ad in ther Ou WC S decies Fish t 1 ¦ : Tity I be nce part ; t Jost , b the ma Bishop are th YOU I dumb Thye at the staff ' Loy Pra letter expla preve Gtrifli XLIX " F que dra adv to neither ...
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... sure , of the author but hunger about me ; and whom found I closeted with Mary but a friend of this Miss Wesley , one Miss Benjay or Benje ; I don't know how she spells her name . I just came in time enough , I believe , luckily to ...
... sure , of the author but hunger about me ; and whom found I closeted with Mary but a friend of this Miss Wesley , one Miss Benjay or Benje ; I don't know how she spells her name . I just came in time enough , I believe , luckily to ...
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beautiful bless brother CHARLES LAMB Charles Lloyd Clarkson copy David Hartley dead Dear DOROTHY WORDSWORTH exquisite eyes fancy fear feel friendship genius gentleman George Dyer give glad Godwin gone hath Hazlitt head hear heard heart Holcroft hope Joan Joan of Arc kind lady leave letter lines live Lloyd London look maid Mary Milton mind Miss morning never night play pleased pleasure poem poet poetry poor Pray present pretty prose Religious Musings remember Rickman ROBERT SOUTHEY S. T. Coleridge SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scarce sent Shakspeare sister Skiddaw sonnet soul Southey spirit suppose sure sweet talk tell thank thee thing thou thought tion town verses volume week WILLIAM WILLIAM AYRTON WILLIAM GODWIN WILLIAM HAZLITT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wish words Wordsworth write wrote young
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284 psl. - ... your soul. They'd keep the cart ten minutes to stow in dirty pipes and broken matches, to show their economy. Then you can find nothing you want for many days after you get into your new lodgings. You must comb your hair with your fingers, wash your hands without soap, go about in dirty gaiters. Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.
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25 psl. - Th' endearments of our early days, And ne'er the heart such fondness prove As when we first began to love." I am writing at random, and half-tipsy, what you may not equally understand, as you will be sober when you read it; but my sober and my half-tipsy hours you are alike a sharer in. Good-night. "Then up rose our bard, like a prophet in drink, Craigdoroch, thou'lt soar when creation shall sink.
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176 psl. - ... steams of soups from kitchens, the pantomimes — London itself a pantomime and a masquerade — all these things work themselves into my mind, and feed me without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life.