The Best Letters of Charles Lamb by Charles Lamb
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think of writing myself. Love to Mrs. Coleridge and David Hartley, and
my kind remembrance to Lloyd, if he is with you. C. LAMB. [1] See preceding letter. [2] Epistle to Arbuthnot:-- "Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope." [3] The lines on him which Coleridge had sent to Lamb, and which the latter had burned. XI. TO COLERIDGE. _January_ 5, 1797. _Sunday Morning_.--You cannot surely mean to degrade the Joan of Arc into a pot-girl. [1] You are not going, I hope, to annex to that most splendid ornament of Southey's poem all this cock-and-a-bull story of Joan, the publican's daughter of Neufchâtel, with the lamentable episode of a wagoner, his wife, and six children. The texture will be most lamentably disproportionate. The first forty or fifty lines of these |
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