...destroy it. Lamb, after Coleridge's death, as if weary of "this green earth," as if not caring if " sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and...and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself," went out with life, willingly sought " Lavinian shores." tt Lamb," as Mr. John Foster says, in his...

...earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household gods plant a terribly fixed foot, and are not rooted up without blood. They...summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candlelight, and fireside conversations,...

...destroy it. Lamb, after Coleridge's death, as if weary of " this green earth," as if not caring if "sun and sky and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer...and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself," went out with life, willingly sought " Lavinian shores." " Lamb," as Mr. John Forster says in his beautiful...

...handsomer. ... A new state of being staggers me. Sun and sky and breeze, and solitary walks and summer days, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices...jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life ? . . . And you, my midnight darlings, my folios! must I / part with the intense delight of having...

...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life \ Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with him ? And you, my midnight...

...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with him ? And you, my midnight...

...on thia earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greennesj of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass,...

...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...Lavinian shores. A new state of being staggers me." Now look at this specimen of true humor. He is speaking of St. Valentine's day, and its love stationary....

...deities," says Lamb, in one of the finest of his papers, " New Year's Eve," in his weird mood, " plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...Lavinian shores. A new state of being staggers me." The following, penned some seven years after, is an echo, or rather the complement of that sentiment...

...destroy it. Lamb, after Coleridge's death, as if weary of " this green earth," as if not caring if " sun and sky and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer...and innocent vanities, and jests and irony itself," went out with life, willingly sought " Lavinian shores." " Lamb," as Mr. John Forster says in his beautiful...