Word: lambing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Reverend Joseph Priestley, radical and scientist. But his zeal for religion faltered; young Hazlitt decided to become a painter. Art proved tumultuous. When his canvases displeased him - as they often did - Hazlitt slashed them to pieces in fits of rage. Nice girls also displeased Hazlitt. When Charles Lamb introduced Hazlitt to a group of them, the essayist snarled that "they drove him mad." Well established already, says Authoress Maclean, was the "deep division in his nature ... a tendency to react from extreme refinement of feeling to extreme grossness of desire." Wrote Coleridge : "Hazlitt, to the feelings of anger and hatred...
Thus, in his Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg, Poet William Wordsworth solemnized the deaths of Poet-Critic Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Essayist Charles Lamb. Inhabitants of London's historic Inner Temple saw Lamb in a somewhat different context. Sometimes the door of his house near the Thames would open, and out would come Essayist Lamb and his sister Mary, carrying a strait jacket, and quietly crying. All Inner Temple Lane knew that meant that Mary was about to go insane again, and that Charles was taking her to the safety of the local asylum. They also...
...worked as a clerk in the East India Company, totting up sales figures for tea, indigo, silks and spices. Neighbors used to set their watches when his tiny figure emerged in the morning. Dressed in black, his spindly legs sheathed in Chinese silk stockings, and carrying a green umbrella, Lamb walked placidly to work. He "looked no one in the face for more than a moment, yet contrived to see everything." Perched on his high office stool, he mailed, at the East India Company's expense, the numerous letters written by his youthful friends William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor...
...office hours, Lamb wrote poems, essays, plays, and made pioneer researches into the then-forgotten works of Elizabethan dramatists. He was warmly but discreetly generous. "The greatest pleasure I know," he once said, "is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out-by accident." He protected his thin skin by constantly laughing at himself. When his first produced play, Mr. H-, flopped, Lamb was found in the front row hissing louder than anyone else...
Once a week Mary opened up the big mahogany table in the book-lined living room and made ready for one of the famous Lamb literary evenings. Once Coleridge talked for two hours without stopping, while Wordsworth nodded approvingly from time to time. Asked later if he had understood what Coleridge was talking about, Wordsworth replied: "Not one syllable." Strangest visitor of all was Painter and Essayist Thomas Griffiths Wainewright-who suddenly departed for Paris. Reason: over a period of years he had quietly poisoned his uncle, his mother-in-law and two sisters...