...the face of town and country ; the unspeakable rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets. 1 would set up my tabernacle here. I am content to stand still at the age to which 1 am arrived — I, and my friends : to be no younger, no richer, no handsomer. I do not want to be...

...metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. I care not to be carried with the tide, that smoothly bears human life to eternity...and the sweet security of streets. I would set up rny tabernacle here. I am content to stand still at the age to which I am arrived — I. and my friends...

...some degree blasphemous to dispraise What's worthy admiration." " I am in love," says Charles Lamb, " with this green earth ; the face of town and country...rural solitudes and the sweet security of streets, with sun and sky and breeze and summer holidays, and candle-light and innocent vanities, and the sweet...

...Year's Eve," how characteristically he declares his attachment to things below, and owns his love of " this green earth ; the face of town and country ;...rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets." A new state of being, he confesses, fairly staggers him : his household gods plant a terrible fixed...

...Year's Eve," how characteristically he declares his attachment to things below, and owns his love of "this green earth; the face of town and country; the...rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets." A new state of being, he confesses, fairly staggers him : his household gods plant a terrible fixed...

...metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. 1 care not to be carried with the tide that smoothly bears human life to eternity...solitudes, and the sweet security of streets. I would setup my tabernacle here : I am content to stand still at the age to which I am arrived — I and my...

...last — a failing purse, shrunk, lean, and beggarly. Mrs. Sutler. — I care not to be carried with the tide that smoothly bears human life to eternity,...face of town and country — the unspeakable rural solitude — and the sweet security of streets. I would set up my tabernacle here. I am content to...

...Charles Lamb, in one of his most exquisite and characteristic passages — "I care not to be carried with the tide that smoothly bears human life to eternity...tabernacle here. I am content to stand still at the age at of his invectives. The caprice of fortune, the coldness of friends — "the hardest stone that melancholy...

...weaver's fhuttle.' Thofe metaphors folace me not, nor fweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality. . . I am in love with this green earth : the face of town and country : the unfpeakable rural folitudes, and the fweet fecurity offtreets." (How quaint and harmonious thefe two...

...weaver's shuttle.' Those metaphors solace me not, nor sweeten the unpalatable draught of mortality I am in love with this green earth : the face of town...rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets." (How quaint and harmonious these two last expressions !) " I would set up my tabernacle here. I am...