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
new-year time years
No one ever regarded the first of January with indifference.
time men people
The only true time which a man can properly call his own, is that which he has all to himself; the rest, though in some sense he may be said to live it, is other people's time, not his.
time science thinking
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.
sweet time home
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!
time play firsts
If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
less puzzles time troubles
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less
pouring
Angel-duck, angel-duck, winged and silly, / Pouring a watering-pot over a lily.
books borrowers creators odd
Borrowers of books --those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.
errand riddle short thy visit
Riddle of destiny, who can show / What thy short visit meant, or know / What thy errand here below?
common count date january nativity regarded
No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.
half searching transcend
Truths, which transcend the searching School-men's vein, / And half had staggered that stout Stagirite.
abundance alley bargains blest blind cannot cause children commonly consider defeat few fond hopes life marriages people poorest possibly pride rarity street taking turn vicious
When I consider how little of a rarity children are / that every street and blind alley swarms with them / that the poorest people commonly have them in most abundance / that there are few marriages that are not blest with at least one of these bargains / how often they turn out ill, and defeat the fond hopes of their parents, taking to vicious courses, which end in poverty, disgrace, the gallows, etc. / I cannot for my life tell what cause for pride there can possibly be in having them.
wall tired air
I grow ominously tired of official confinement. Thirty years have I served the Philistines, and my neck is not subdued to the yoke. You don't know how wearisome it is to breathe the air of four pent walls without relief day after day, all the golden hours of the day between ten and four without ease or interposition ... these pestilential clerk-faces always in one's dish. O for a few years between the grave and the desk!
sweet children kind
I know that a sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature?but the prettier the kind of a thing is, the more desirable it is that it should be pretty of its kind.