In a stage-coach, where late I chanced to be,
A little quiet girl my notice caught;
I saw she looked at nothing by the way,
I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Anger in its time and place
May assume a kind of grace.
It must have some reason in it,
I saw a famous fountain, in my dream,
Where shady path-ways to a valley led;
A weeping willow lay upon that stream,
But cards are war, in disguise of a sport.
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.
In everything that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.
Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment.
Charles Lamb was an English 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. Lamb has been referred to by E.V. Lucas, his principal biographer, as the most lovable figure in English literature.
Lamb was honoured by The Latymer School, a grammar school in ...