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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| The red-letter days now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days. |
| Oxford in the Vacation.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord. |
| Oxford in the Vacation.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game. |
| Mrs. Battle’s Opinions on Whist.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony; but organically I am incapable of a tune. |
| A Chapter on Ears.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| Not if I know myself at all. |
| The Old and New Schoolmaster.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| It is good to love the unknown. |
| Valentine’s Day.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling—a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appe |
| My First Play.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| Presents, I often say, endear absents. |
| A Dissertation upon Roast Pig.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| It argues an insensibility. |
| A Dissertation upon Roast Pig.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| Books which are no books. |
| Detached Thoughts on Books.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it. |
| Amicus Redivivus.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
Gone before
To that unknown and silent shore. |
| Hester. Stanza 7.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
I have had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days.
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. |
| Old Familiar Faces.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
For thy sake, tobacco, I
Would do anything but die. |
| A Farewell to Tobacco.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| And half had staggered that stout Stagirite. |
| Written at Cambridge.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holiday-rejoicing spirit down
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To that dry drudgery at the desk’s d |
| Work.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
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 that fiction weaves. |
| To the Editor of the Every-Day Book.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society. |
| Captain Starkey.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| Neat, not gaudy. |
| Letter to Wordsworth, 1806.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold! |
| Lamb’s Suppers.
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| Author: Charles Lamb |
| 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, &# |
| Autobiographical Recollections.
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