Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that… — 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 Image
In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
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 Image
“I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading.” — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
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 Image
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
