The Letters of Charles Lamb: Newly Arranged, with Additions, Том 2A. C. Armstrong & son, 1888 |
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... walks , which few of the Brighton visitors have ever dreamed of — for , like as is the case in the neighbourhood of ... walk fifteen miles with ease ; that is exactly my stint , and more fatigues me ; four or five miles every third or ...
... walks , which few of the Brighton visitors have ever dreamed of — for , like as is the case in the neighbourhood of ... walk fifteen miles with ease ; that is exactly my stint , and more fatigues me ; four or five miles every third or ...
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... walk home from office but some officious friend offers his unwelcome courtesies to accompany me . All the morning I ... walking longitudinally in the front ; or as the shoulder of veal twists round with the spit , while the smoke ...
... walk home from office but some officious friend offers his unwelcome courtesies to accompany me . All the morning I ... walking longitudinally in the front ; or as the shoulder of veal twists round with the spit , while the smoke ...
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... He was always a pleasant , gossip- ing , half - headed , muzzy , dozing , dreaming , walk - about , inoffensive chap ; a little too fond of the creature- ( who isn't at times ? ) ; but Tommy had not 22 LETTERS OF CHARLES LAMB .
... He was always a pleasant , gossip- ing , half - headed , muzzy , dozing , dreaming , walk - about , inoffensive chap ; a little too fond of the creature- ( who isn't at times ? ) ; but Tommy had not 22 LETTERS OF CHARLES LAMB .
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... walking , walking ever till I fairly walked myself off my legs , dying walking ! The hope is gone . I sit like Philomel all day ( but not sing- ing ) , with my breast against this thorn of a desk , with the only hope that some pulmonary ...
... walking , walking ever till I fairly walked myself off my legs , dying walking ! The hope is gone . I sit like Philomel all day ( but not sing- ing ) , with my breast against this thorn of a desk , with the only hope that some pulmonary ...
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... walk invisible . Well , I am discovered - and thou thyself , who thoughtest to shelter under the pease - cod of initiality ( a stale and shallow device ) , art no less dragged to light . Thy slender anatomy - thy skeletonian D- fleshed ...
... walk invisible . Well , I am discovered - and thou thyself , who thoughtest to shelter under the pease - cod of initiality ( a stale and shallow device ) , art no less dragged to light . Thy slender anatomy - thy skeletonian D- fleshed ...
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