The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb: Letters, 1796-1834Methuen & Company, 1905 |
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affectionately beautiful bless brother called CHARLES LAMB Charles Lloyd Christ's Hospital Coleridge's copy dear DOROTHY WORDSWORTH Dyer edition Effusion Elia essay eyes fancy feel George George Dyer give Godwin Hazlitt hear heart Holcroft hope Joan of Arc John kind Lady LAMB TO ROBERT LAMB TO S. T. LAMB TO THOMAS LAMB TO WILLIAM Lamb's letter from Lamb lines live London look maid Mary Lamb mind Miss Monody Morning Post mother never night NOTE passage play pleasure poet poetry poor pretty printed reference remember Rickman Robert Lloyd ROBERT SOUTHEY S. T. COLERIDGE Sara SARAH STODDART sent sister sonnet soul Southey Southey's spirits sweet talk tell thank thee things thou thought verses volume wife WILLIAM GODWIN William Hazlitt WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wish words Wordsworth write written wrote young
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