The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and Beginning of the Nineteenth Century, Volumen 2Macmillan and Company, 1882 |
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... hat in the royal presence . By a general , though tacit , concession of the same nature , the rising generation of the Lambs , John and Charles Yet the sons , and Mary Lamb , the only daughter 2 [ CHAP . I. THE LITERARY HISTORY OF.
... hat in the royal presence . By a general , though tacit , concession of the same nature , the rising generation of the Lambs , John and Charles Yet the sons , and Mary Lamb , the only daughter 2 [ CHAP . I. THE LITERARY HISTORY OF.
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... Mary , ten years older than her brother - had always been the most tender of sisters and daughters . But there was insanity in their blood . Charles him- self had spent " the six weeks that finished last year and began this " ( 1796 ) ...
... Mary , ten years older than her brother - had always been the most tender of sisters and daughters . But there was insanity in their blood . Charles him- self had spent " the six weeks that finished last year and began this " ( 1796 ) ...
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... Mary , who worked at her needlework to add to their comforts , and sacrificed her life and her rest to them , till this final blast of madness came . " My dear , dearest sister ! " Lamb repeats again and again , his profound ...
... Mary , who worked at her needlework to add to their comforts , and sacrificed her life and her rest to them , till this final blast of madness came . " My dear , dearest sister ! " Lamb repeats again and again , his profound ...
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... Mary might not go into a hospital . " a hospital . " Poor boy ! he who made these calculations , and supplied the greater part of the tiny income , was but twenty ; and in the midst of all these terrible troubles could not help a half ...
... Mary might not go into a hospital . " a hospital . " Poor boy ! he who made these calculations , and supplied the greater part of the tiny income , was but twenty ; and in the midst of all these terrible troubles could not help a half ...
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... Mary Lamb- " the dear , dearest sister " for whom his heart bled - came back to the tender shelter of her young brother's little rooms and great pitying love ; but it was not long before she " fell ill " again . " I was obliged to ...
... Mary Lamb- " the dear , dearest sister " for whom his heart bled - came back to the tender shelter of her young brother's little rooms and great pitying love ; but it was not long before she " fell ill " again . " I was obliged to ...
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Página 96 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long! She wept with...
Página 302 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 47 - Knives and Scissors to grind, O'! "Tell me, Knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives? Did some rich man tyrannically use you? Was it the squire? or parson of the parish? Or the attorney? "Was it the squire, for killing of his game, or Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining? Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? "(Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, Ready to fall, as soon as you have told your Pitiful story.
Página 343 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good-morning.
Página 228 - Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, And to be young was very heaven...
Página 10 - When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning?
Página 58 - Poetry has this much, at least, in common with religion, that its standards were fixed long ago, by certain inspired writers, whose authority it is no longer lawful to call in question...
Página 291 - I am not ashamed, afraid, or averse to tell you what Ought to be Told: That I am under the direction of Messengers from Heaven, Daily & Nightly; but the nature of such things is not, as some suppose, without trouble or care.
Página 325 - From the pale willow snatch'd the treasure, And swept it with a kindred measure, Till Avon's swans, while rung the grove With Montfort's hate and Basil's love, Awakening at the inspired strain, Deem'd their own Shakspeare lived again.
Página 117 - Where she, with all her ladies, sate, Perchance he wished his boon denied; For, when to tune his harp he tried, His trembling hand had lost the ease Which marks security to please ; And scenes...