In some respects the better a book is, the less it demands from the binding. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Ceremony is an invention to take off the uneasy feeling which we derive from knowing ourselves to be less the object of… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
There is absolutely no such thing as reading but by a candle. We have tried the affectation of a book at noon-day… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Reader, if you are gifted with nerves like mine, aspire to any character but that of a wit. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
“I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading.” — Charles Lamb Copy Share
While childhood, and while dreams, producing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
A presentation copy...is a copy of a book whoch does not sell, sent you by the author, with his foolish autograph at the beginning… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Nothing to me is more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a new married couple; in that… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
