'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 the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.
Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)
Source: 'T is Sweet to Think.
Contributed by: Zaady
When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.
Source: Evenings in Greece. First Evening.
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 sons of night And maids who love the moon.
Source: Fly not yet.
Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.
Source: Paradise and the Peri.
Presents, I often say, endear absents.
Source: A Dissertation upon Roast Pig.
The red-letter days now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
Source: Oxford in the Vacation.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Source: Rich and rare were the Gems she wore.
You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Source: Farewell! But whenever you welcome the Hour.
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Source: Oh breathe not his Name.
Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony; but organically I am incapable of a tune.
Source: A Chapter on Ears.
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