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
heart stealing stolen
And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
gone faces joyful
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
wall heart sleep
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. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
men soul trying
There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
love men never-quit
Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.
heaven feelings hell
Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.
sweet time home
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 their soothing chime!
time play firsts
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.
business two pieces
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 the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me."
sweet children sweet-child
A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.
love flower eye
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 to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die.
love memories eye
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, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.
memories long soul
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
lying heart world
When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?