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
books borrowers creators odd
Borrowers of books --those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.
book
Books which are no books.
book taught looks
My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.
book doe favour
A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author.
book reading originality
He has left off reading altogether, to the great improvement of his originality.
reading book thinking
I cannot sit and think; books think for me.
queens book reading
Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite ready, who would think of taking up the Faerie Queen for a stopgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrews's Sermons?
book eye modern-novel
Books of quick interest, that hurry on for incidents are for the eye to glide over only. It will not do to read them out. I could never listen to even the better kind of modern novels without extreme irksomeness.
i-like-you book historical
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.
book mind
She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.
book demand binding
In some respects the better a book is, the less it demands from the binding.
prayer giving-up book
Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.
book reading jealous
There is absolutely no such thing as reading but by a candle. We have tried the affectation of a book at noon-day in gardens, and in sultry arbours, but it was labor thrown away. Those gay motes in the beam come about you, hovering and teasing, like so many coquets, that will have you all to their self, and are jealous of your abstractions. By the midnight taper, the writers digests his meditations. By the same light we must approach to their perusal, if we would catch the flame, the odour.
book thinking i-can
Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.