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Lamb's Elia essays originally appeared in London Magazine in 1820 and proved so popular that the pieces were collected and released as a single volume in 1823. This University of Iowa reprint is a ... Read full review
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Angelo Anthonio Antipholis Banquo Bassanio Beatrice beauty Benedick Bertram better brother called Capulet Cassio child Claudio confess count Paris Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Dionysia dreams Dromio duke Ephesus eyes face fair fancy father fear friar Ganimed gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hath hear heard heart Helena Hermia honour husband Iago Imogen Isabel Juliet Katherine king knew lady Leonato Leontes lived look lord lord Capulet lover Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid manner Marina marriage married master Michael Cassio mind never night noble Oberon Olivia once Orlando Othello passion Pericles Petruchio play poor Portia Posthumus prince Prospero Protheus queen remember replied ring Romeo Rosalind seemed servant Shylock sight Silvia sister sleep speak spirit strange sweet tell Thaisa thee thing thou thought Timon told true Tybalt Valentine Viola wife wish words young youth
Page 55 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 55 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 74 - Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Page 73 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 69 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 74 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.
Page 50 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
Page 95 - twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man; she thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
Page 75 - While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odor assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced.