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?
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.
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.
gone faces joyful
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
love men never-quit
Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.
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."