Charles Lamb
Charles Lamb
Charles Lambwas an English writer and essayist, best known for his Essays of Elia and for the children's book Tales from Shakespeare, which he produced with his sister, Mary Lamb...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth10 February 1775
bravery might tongue
Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
fighting bravery soldier
Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
heart stains combat
Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
school holiday boys
The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school-boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.
sugar honey sweetness
To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.
drinking men sober
The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.
knowledge men may
A man may do very well with a very little knowledge, and scarce be found out in mixed company; everybody is so much more ready to produce his own, than to call for a display of your acquisitions.
love green earth
I am in love with this green Earth.
art science world
Can we ring the bells backward? Can we unlearn the arts that pretend to civilize, and then burn the world? There is a march of science; but who shall beat the drums for its retreat?
science world relate
In every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.
children science men
Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?
night other-worlds smoking
This very night I am going to leave off tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realised.
holiday dry woods
Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!
heart peculiar veins
When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.