...Sun and sky, and breeze and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful...glass, and candlelight, and fireside conversations, and jests, and irony — do not these things go out with life ? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides,...

...earth," as if not caring if " sun and sky and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats...and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself," went out with life, willingly sought " Lavinian shores." " Lamb," as Mr. John Forster says in his beautiful...

...new state of being staggers me. Sun and sky and breeze, and solitary walks and summer days, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats...irony itself — do these things go out with life ? . . . And you, my midnight darlings, my folios! must I / part with the intense delight of having...

...being staggers me. Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greennesj of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes,...conversations, and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itttlf—do these things go out with life ! Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt aides, when you are...

...of the period, lasting from near the end of the old year to the first few days of the new ; put away the " delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society,...candle-light and fire-side conversations and innocent varieties and jests," in which vast transmutations are perceptible, even since the fifty years ago...

...earth," as if not caring if " sun and sky and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats...and innocent vanities, and jests and irony itself," went out with life, willingly sought " Lavinian shores." " Lamb," as Mr. John Forster says in his beautiful...

...fields, and the delicious juices of meats, and fish, and society, . . . and candle-light, and fii-eside conversations, and innocent vanities, and jests, and...irony itself, — do these things go out with life ?'" "Now, Aunt Winifred!" I said, sitting up straight, "what am I to do with these beautiful heresies...

...holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fish, and society, .... and candle-light and fireside conversations, and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself y -—do these things go out with life?'" " Now, Aunt Winifred!" I said, sitting up straight, " what...

...holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats, and fish, and society, . . . and candle-light, and firesid'e conversations, and...irony itself, — do these things go out with life ?' " " Now, Aunt Winifred !" I said, sitting up straight, "what am I to do with these beautiful heresies...

...earth," as if not caring if " sun and sky and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats...and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself," went out with life, willingly sought " Lavinian shores." " Lamb," as Mr. John Forster says in his beautiful...