The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Volume 2

The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Volume 2

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The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb - Volume 2 Elia and The Last Essays of Elia by Charles Lamb Reader, in thy passage from the Bank where thou hast been receiving thy half-yearly dividends (supposing thou art a lean annuitant like myself) to the Flower Pot, to secure a place for Dalston, or Shacklewell, or some other thy suburban retreat northerly, didst thou never observe a melancholy looking, handsome, brick and stone edifice, to the left where Threadneedle-street abuts upon Bishopsgate? I dare say thou hast often admired its magnificent portals ever gaping wide, and disclosing to view a grave court, with cloisters and pillars, with few or no traces of goers-in or comers-outa desolation something like Balclutha's.

The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, Volume 2 Chapter 1 No.1

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies;

How silently; and with how wan a face!

What! may it be, that even in heavenly place

That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?

Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes

Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case;

I read it in thy looks; thy languish! grace

To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.

Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,

Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit?

Are beauties there as proud as here they be?

Do they above love to be loved, and yet

Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess?

Do they call virtue there-ungratefulness!

The last line of this poem is a little obscured by transposition. He means, Do they call ungratefulness there a virtue?

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“The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb - Volume 2 Elia and The Last Essays of Elia by Charles Lamb Reader, in thy passage from the Bank where thou hast been receiving thy half-yearly dividends (supposing thou art a lean annuitant like myself) to the Flower Pot, to secure a place for Dalston, or Shacklewell, or some other thy suburban retreat northerly, didst thou never observe a melancholy looking, handsome, brick and stone edifice, to the left where Threadneedle-street abuts upon Bishopsgate? I dare say thou hast often admired its magnificent portals ever gaping wide, and disclosing to view a grave court, with cloisters and pillars, with few or no traces of goers-in or comers-outa desolation something like Balclutha's.”
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Chapter 13 V. le G. . 48 [25] Chs. Valentine le Grice.

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Chapter 14 . . . 216 [108] Coleridge.

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Chapter 17 VALENTINE'S DAY, 63, 370.

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