LettersJ.M. Dent & Company, 1907 |
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... thing in his partnership account with Lovell . Your poems I shall procure forthwith . There were noble lines in what ... things are honest , lovely , and of good report . " He has cut Miss Hunt com- pletely the poor girl is very ill on ...
... thing in his partnership account with Lovell . Your poems I shall procure forthwith . There were noble lines in what ... things are honest , lovely , and of good report . " He has cut Miss Hunt com- pletely the poor girl is very ill on ...
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... of pleasant pos- sibles , that we may not be out of humour with present insipids . Should any thing bring you to London , you will recollect No. 7 , Little Queen Street , Holborn . I shall be too ill to call on Wordsworth myself 6 LETTERS.
... of pleasant pos- sibles , that we may not be out of humour with present insipids . Should any thing bring you to London , you will recollect No. 7 , Little Queen Street , Holborn . I shall be too ill to call on Wordsworth myself 6 LETTERS.
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... things . So much for to - night from your afflicted , headachey , sorethroaty , humble servant , C. LAMB . Tuesday ... thing in it approaching to tumidity , ( which I meant not to infer : by elaborate I meant simply laboured , ) it is ...
... things . So much for to - night from your afflicted , headachey , sorethroaty , humble servant , C. LAMB . Tuesday ... thing in it approaching to tumidity , ( which I meant not to infer : by elaborate I meant simply laboured , ) it is ...
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... thing to your good lady ; and your own self - reproof that follows , delighted us . charming poem throughout . ( You ... things are peculiar to newspapers , and confine yourself to ethics , verse , criticism ; or , rather do not confine ...
... thing to your good lady ; and your own self - reproof that follows , delighted us . charming poem throughout . ( You ... things are peculiar to newspapers , and confine yourself to ethics , verse , criticism ; or , rather do not confine ...
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... thing of such ex- cellence from Southey . Why , the poem is alone sufficient to redeem the character of the age we live in from the imputation of degenerating in Poetry , were there no such beings extant as Burns , and Bowles , Cowper ...
... thing of such ex- cellence from Southey . Why , the poem is alone sufficient to redeem the character of the age we live in from the imputation of degenerating in Poetry , were there no such beings extant as Burns , and Bowles , Cowper ...
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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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78 psl. - Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun : but if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all ; yet let him remember the days of darkness ; for they shall be many.
132 psl. - She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the oak.
232 psl. - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noon-day grove ; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love...
405 psl. - NOR cold, nor stern, my soul ! yet I detest These scented Rooms, where, to a gaudy throng, Heaves the proud Harlot her distended breast, In intricacies of laborious song.
48 psl. - In all the bravery my friends could show me, In all the faith my innocence could give me, In the best language my true tongue could tell me, And all the broken sighs my sick heart lend me, I sued, and served: long did I love this lady. Long was my travail, long my trade to win her ; With all the duty of my soul, I served her.
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.
404 psl. - I look upon you as a man, called by sorrow and anguish and a strange desolation of hopes into quietness, and a soul set apart and made peculiar to God; we cannot arrive at any portion of heavenly bliss without in some measure imitating Christ.
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.
347 psl. - This very night I am going to leave off tobacco ! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realised.
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.