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" ... being kind to me in the great city, after a little forced notice, which they had the grace to take of me on my first arrival in town, soon grew tired of my holiday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough; and,... "
The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Страница 15
по James Gillman - 1838 - 362 страници
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The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature, Том 3

1835 - 430 страници
...and, one after another, they all lailed me, and I felt myself alone among «x hundred playmates. Oh the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early...unfledged years ! How in my dreams would my native town (far in the west) come back, with its church, and trees, and faces ! How I would wake weeping, and...

The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature, Том 3

1835 - 432 страници
...and, one after another, they aJJ failed me, and I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. Oh the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early...unfledged years ! How in my dreams would my native town (far in the west) come back, with its church, and trees, and faces ! How I would wake weeping, and...

Essays of Elia

Charles Lamb - 1835 - 440 страници
...recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, they all failed me, and 1 felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. O the...lad from his early homestead! The yearnings which used to have towards it in those unfledged years! How, in my dreams, would my native town (far in the...

The Prose Works of Charles Lamb ...: Elia. First series

Charles Lamb - 1836 - 362 страници
...my holiday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt...unfledged years ! How, in my dreams, would my native town (far in the west) come back, with its church, and trees, and faces ! How I would wake weeping, and...

The Works of Charles Lamb: To which are Prefixed, His Letters, and a Sketch ...

Charles Lamb, Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1838 - 486 страници
...my holyday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. Oh the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have...

The essays of Elia

Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 страници
...my holiday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. 0 the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have...

The Methodist Quarterly Review, Том 29

1847 - 662 страници
...parent, just now casting about in his mind for an economical place of banishment for his boy — " there I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. O,...early homestead ! the yearnings which I used to have toward it in those unfledged years ! How in my dreams would my native town, far in the west, come back,...

The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, Том 19

1856 - 1026 страници
...of my holiday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough; and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. Oh the cruelty of separating a lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have towards...

The Essays of Elia: First Series - Second Series

Charles Lamb - 1845 - 396 страници
...my holiday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt...unfledged years ! How, in my dreams, would my native town (far in the west) come back, with its church, and trees, and faces ! How I would wake weeping, and...

Biographia Literaria, Or, Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life ..., Том 2

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 376 страници
...my holiday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough ; and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt...unfledged years ! How, in my dreams, would my native town, far in the west, come back with its church, its trees, and faces ! How I would wake weeping, and, in...




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