Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.


The Life, Letters, and Writings of Charles Lamb: Correspondence. Essays of Elia (ed. 1876)


Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.

Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.

Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.

Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.