As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul… — 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
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. — 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
There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try! — 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
