...streets." A new state of being, he confesses, fairly staggers him : his household and solitary walk?, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields,...innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself— Ho these things go out with life?" He wants to know if a ghost can laugh, or shake Tais gaunt sides,...

...sky, breeze and solitary walks, summer-holidays and the greenness of fields, and the juices of meat and fishes, and society and the cheerful glass, and candle-light and fireside conversations, and jests, and irony, — do not these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh and shake his gaunt...

...not willingly seek Lavinian shores. " Sun and eky," he asks, humorously, yet wistfully, tearfully, " and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of field?, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful g^ass, and candlelight,...

...new state of being staggers me. , Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holydays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fisbes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candlelight ? and fireside conversations, and innocent...

...lived, the stronger it grew. Death could not destroy it. Lamb, after Coleridge's death, as if weary of "this green earth," as if not caring if " sun,...out with life, willingly sought " Lavinian shores." tt Lamb," as Mr. John Foster says, in his beautiful tribute to his memory, " never fairly recovered...

...rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lavinian shores. A new state of being staggers me. Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and...and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself- — do these things go out with life 1 Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant...

...rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lavinian shores. A new state of being staggers me. Sun and sky, and breeze and solitary walks, and 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,...

...lived, the stronger it grew. Death could not destroy it. Lamb, after Coleridge's death, as if weary of " this green earth," as if not caring if " sun...willingly sought " Lavinian shores." " Lamb," as Mr. JohnForster says in his beautiful tribute to his memory, " never fairly recovered the death of Coleridge....

...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...and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life ? . . . And you, my midnight darlings, my folios! must I / part...

...rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lavinian shores. A new state of being staggers me. Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and...and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant...