All Charles Lamb Quotes
- Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far… Dream
- Gluttony and surfeiting are no proper occasions for thanksgiving. Gluttony
- Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon,… Awhile
- I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition 's shown; And all that history, much… All
- Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone! Alone
- Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the… Beyond
- This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing… All
- Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold. Better
- Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the… Blood
- The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you… Charles
- When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love. Beam
- 'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from… Blissful
- Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for… Begins
- Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears,… Bound
- Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first… Black
- A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature. Child
- Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman… Asked
- 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 one freshly strung. Bring
- Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard… Bells
- Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. Beholding
- Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved. Depraved
- There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try! Let
- The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.… Beat
- And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. Green
- When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone? Alone