Charles Lamb

1775 - 1834

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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A Quote by Charles Lamb on memory, secrets, and soul

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Oh breathe not his Name.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb on heart

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And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Ill Omens.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb

The moon looks On many brooks, "The brook can see no moon but this."

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: While Gazing on the Moon's Light.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb

When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake?

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Fly not yet.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb

Neat, not gaudy.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Letter to Wordsworth, 1806.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb on heaven, illusions, joy, tears, and world

This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,- There 's nothing true but Heaven.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: This World is all a fleeting Show.

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A Quote by Charles Lamb on cheerfulness, love, memory, tears, and words

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.

Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)

Source: Oft in the Stilly Night.

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