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Anatomy of Melancholy appeared beautiful believe born brother Browne century character Charles Lamb Christ's Hospital close cloth Coleridge collection critic delightful doubt dreams early Edited English Essays of Elia expression feel garden genius GEORGE give half heart House Illustrations included interesting Introduction John kind known Lamb's late later less letters literary literature lived London look Magazine manner Mary mind moral natural never night Notes once original passage passed perhaps period piece play pleasant Poems poet poetry poor Post present publication published Quaker readers reading rich Second Series Shakspeare shows sister sonnets story Street style Temple theme things thought tion touch Translated true turn verse vols volume walk wanting whole writing written wrote young
Página 73 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the day-spring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — /Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard...
Página 100 - The greatness of Lear is not in corporal dimension, but in intellectual; the explosions of his passion are terrible as a volcano - they are storms turning up and disclosing to the bottom that sea, his mind, with all its vast riches. It is his mind which is laid bare. This case of flesh and blood seems too insignificant to be thought on, even as he himself neglects it.
Página 84 - ... feel that I had never had a bit of it in my mouth at last — and I blamed my impertinent spirit of alms-giving, and out-of-place hypocrisy of goodness; and above all I wished never to see the face again of that insidious, good-for-nothing, old grey impostor. Our ancestors were nice in their method of sacrificing these tender victims. We read of pigs whipt to death with something of a shock, as we hear of any other obsolete custom.
Página 21 - And hungered after Nature, many a year, In the great City pent, winning thy way With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain And strange calamity!
Página 78 - I WAS born, and passed the first seven years of my life, in the Temple. Its church, its halls, its gardens, its fountain, its river, I had almost said — for in those young years, what was this king of rivers to me but a stream that watered our pleasant places ? — these are of my oldest recollections.
Página 16 - My life has been somewhat diversified of late. The six weeks that finished last year and began this, your very humble servant spent very agreeably in a madhouse at Hoxton.
Página 81 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Página 88 - I dream away my life in others' speculations. I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading; 1 cannot sit and think. Books think for me. I have no repugnances. Shaftesbury is not too genteel for me, nor Jonathan Wild too low.
Página 88 - I confess that it moves my spleen to see these things in books' clothing perched upon shelves, like false saints, usurpers of true shrines, intruders into the sanctuary, thrusting out the legitimate occupants. To reach down a well-bound semblance of a volume; and hope it some kind-hearted playbook; then, opening what "seem its leaves," to come bolt upon a withering Population Essay.