I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I… — 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
When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn dullness of communication,… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that… — 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
When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone? — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade. — 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
