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album April Barron Field BERNARD BARTON P.M. C. L. NOTE Charles Cowden Clarke CHARLES LAMB Christ's Hospital Colebrook Coleridge copy Cowden CRABB ROBINSON Dated at end daughter dear Dibdin Dyer edition EDWARD MOXON Elia essay Emma Isola Enfield feel give hath Hazlitt HENRY CRABB ROBINSON Hone Hone's Hood hope India House JOHN HOWARD PAYNE kind kindest Lady LAMB TO BERNARD LAMB TO EDWARD LAMB TO JOHN LAMB TO THOMAS LAMB TO WILLIAM Lamb's Leigh Hunt letter from Lamb lines London Magazine Mary Lamb Miss Isola never night NOTE C. L. Novello pleasant poem poet poor Pray printed Procter Quaker Rogers sent sister sonnet Southey spirits Talfourd tell thanks thee thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought verses VINCENT NOVELLO week WILLIAM AYRTON WILLIAM HONE wish word Wordsworth write
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Halaman 740 - AND in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying, We will eat our own bread, and wear our own apparel : only let us be called by thy name, to take away our reproach.
Halaman 666 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And like a lobster boiled, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Halaman 957 - It is not in heaven, that thou shouldest say, Who shall go up for us to heaven, and bring it unto us, that we may hear it, and do it ? neither is it beyond the sea, that thou shouldest say, Who shall go over the sea for us, and bring it unto us, that we may hear it, and do it? but the word is very nigh unto thee, in thy mouth, and in thy heart, that thou mayest do it.
Halaman 624 - Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal. He knows it indeed, and, if need were, he could preach a homily on the fragility of life ; but he brings it not home to himself, any more than in a hot June we can appropriate to our imagination the freezing days of December. But now (shall I confess a truth ?) I feel these audits but too powerfully. I begin to count the probabilities of my duration, and to grudge at the expenditure of moments and shortest...
Halaman 604 - When we were idlers with the loitering rills, The need of human love we little noted: Our love was nature; and the peace that floated On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills, To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills: One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted, That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
Halaman 961 - Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee. Unknown the region of his birth, The land in which he died unknown : His name...
Halaman 595 - Keep to your bank, and the bank will keep you. Trust not to the public; you may hang, starve, drown yourself, for anything that worthy personage cares. I bless every star that Providence, not seeing good to make me independent, has seen it next good to settle me upon the stable foundation of Leadenhall. Sit down, good BB, in the banking-office.
Halaman 779 - A man i' the clouds, and hear him speak to thee ? Wouldst thou be in a dream, and yet not sleep ? Or wouldst thou in a moment laugh and weep ? Wouldst thou lose thyself and catch no harm, And find thyself again without a charm ? Wouldst read thyself, and read thou know'st not what, And yet know whether thou art blest or not, By reading the same lines ? O then come hither, And lay my book, thy head and heart together.