Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me! — 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
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
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
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
I conceive disgust at those impertinent and misbecoming familiarities, inscribed upon your ordinary tombstones. Every dead man must take upon himself to… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress. Act a charity sometimes. When a poor creature (outwardly and visibly such) comes before… — 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
