Do you remember how we eyed it for weeks before we could make up our minds to the purchase, and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock of the Saturday night, when you set off from Islington, fearing you should be too late — and... The South Atlantic Quarterly - Page 189edited by - 1906Full view - About this book
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1835 - 606 pages
...we could make up our minds to the purchase, and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock of the Saturday night, when you set off from...lugged it home, wishing it were twice as cumbersome * We owe to AIlis Lamb some of the most exquisite potms included in her brother's ' Works ' of 1818... | |
| 1823 - 450 pages
...determination till it waa near ten o'clock , '" the Saturday night, when you act off from hlingtoi, fearing yon should be too late— and when the old bookseller with some grumbling opened his shop, sod tii. twinkling laper (for he was setting oeiwtrdi) lighted ont the relic from his dusty treasures... | |
| 1823 - 732 pages
...we could make up our minds to the purchase, and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock of the Saturday night, when you set off from...shop, and by the twinkling taper (for he was setting bed wards) lighted out the relic from his dusty treasures — and when you lugged it home, wishing... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1828 - 1828 - 266 pages
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| 1835 - 430 pages
...make up our minds to the purchase, and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock o1 the Saturday night, when you set off from Islington,...from his dusty treasures — and when you lugged it borne, wishing it were twice as cumbrrsome — and when you presented it to me — and when we were... | |
| Charles Lamb - Essays - 1835 - 440 pages
...we could make up our minds to the purchase, and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock of the Saturday night, when you set off from...shop, and by the twinkling taper (for he was setting bedwacds) lighted out the relic from his dusty treasures — and when you lugged it home, wishing it... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1835 - 608 pages
...we could make up our minds to the purchase, and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock of the Saturday night, when you set off from...shop, and by the twinkling taper (for he was setting bed wards) lighted out the relic from his dusty treasures — and when you lugged it home, wishing... | |
| English literature - 1835 - 432 pages
...we could make up our minds to the purchase, and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock of the Saturday night, when you set off from...opened his shop, and by the twinkling taper, (for lie was setting bedwards,) lighted out the relic from his dusty treasures — and when you lugged it... | |
| Charles Lamb, Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1838 - 486 pages
...we could make up our minds to the purchase, and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock of the Saturday night, when you set off from...shop, and by the twinkling taper (for he was setting bed wards) lighted out the relic from his dusty treasures—and when you lugged it home, wishing it... | |
| Periodicals - 1839 - 584 pages
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