Charles Lamb

1775 - 1834

A Quote by Charles Lamb

And half had staggered that stout Stagirite.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Written at Cambridge.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb

As sunshine broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: The Fire-Worshippers.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb on dreams, life, and love

But there 's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Love's Young Dream.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb on darkness and people

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumph'd, - his people are free.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Sound the Loud Timbrel.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb on beginning, justice, love, pleasure, sons, and vulgarity

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.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Fly not yet.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb on heaven and worth

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Paradise and the Peri.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb

Presents, I often say, endear absents.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: A Dissertation upon Roast Pig.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb on death and purpose

The red-letter days now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Oxford in the Vacation.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb on boredom and gold

Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Rich and rare were the Gems she wore.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb

You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Farewell! But whenever you welcome the Hour.

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