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...satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness...great portions of my heart with usury to such scenes ? " It is quite clear, however, from other parts of his correspondence, and, indeed, from a careful...

...satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life. All these emotions must b« strange to you ; so are your rural . in.. 178 179 lions to me. But consider, what must I have been...

...men. He says " a solitude, however heautiful would have no charms for m«;" and confesses that he has "often shed tears in the motley Strand, from fulness of joy at so much life." But I am again wandering from the point. I hegan hy saying that my first sketch would he laid in the...

...nature. * * * The wonder of these sights impels me into night walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life." — Charles Lamb. Letter to Wordsicorik. BY dwelling long in a great city the heart gradually gathers...

...satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life. It is true that all this is not incompatible with the most affectionate reard for far other scenes...

...these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets ; and I oftci ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL. shed tears in the motley Strand, from fulness of joy at so much life." Theatres are always a joy in London; and now the evening sun peeps through the gallery-windows at full...

...wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks ¡ about her crowded streets, and I often shed i m om[ m6 o '֒ J Cy emo| t ions to me. But consider, what must I have been doing all my life, not to have lent great portions...

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...satiating me. The wonder of these sights impel me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness...great portions of my heart with usury to such scenes 1 " My attachments are all local, purely local ; I have no passion (or have had none since I was in...