Charles Lamb

(10 February 1775 – 27 December 1834 / London)

Charles Lamb Poems

1. A Ballad 4/10/2010
2. A Dramatic Fragment 4/10/2010
3. A Farewell To Tobacco 4/10/2010
4. A Parody 4/10/2010
5. A Timid Grace Sits Trembling In Her Eye 1/1/2004
6. A Vision Of Repentance 4/10/2010
7. Anger 4/10/2010
8. As When A Child... 4/10/2010
9. Beauty And The Beast 4/10/2010
10. Beauty's Song 4/10/2010
11. Blindness 4/10/2010
12. Breakfast 4/10/2010
13. Charity 4/10/2010
14. Choosing A Name 4/10/2010
15. Choosing A Profession 4/10/2010
16. Cleanliness 4/10/2010
17. Clock Striking 4/10/2010
18. Conquest Of Prejudice 4/10/2010
19. Crumbs To The Birds 4/10/2010
20. David 4/10/2010
21. David In The Cave Of Adullam 4/10/2010
22. Discontent And Quarrelling 4/10/2010
23. Envy 4/10/2010
24. Epigram 4/10/2010
25. Eyes 4/10/2010
26. Feigned Courage 4/10/2010
27. Going Into Breeches 4/10/2010
28. Hester 1/4/2003
29. Home Delights 4/10/2010
30. Hypochondriacus 4/10/2010
31. Incorrect Speaking 4/10/2010
32. Lines 4/10/2010
33. Lines Addressed From London, To Sara And S.T.C. At Bristol, In The Summer Of 1796 4/10/2010
34. Lines Addressed To Lieut. R.W.H. Hardy, R.N. 4/10/2010
35. Lines Suggested By A Sight Of Waltham Cross 4/10/2010
36. Living Without God In The World 4/10/2010
37. Moderation In Diet 4/10/2010
38. Motes In The Sunbeams 4/10/2010
39. My Birthday 4/10/2010
40. Neatness In Apparel 4/10/2010

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  • irshad (5/14/2018 4:49:00 AM)

    what is message of this poem

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Best Poem of Charles Lamb

Blindness

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,
Her mind seemed busy on some childish thought.


I with an old man's courtesy addressed
The child, and called her pretty dark-eyed maid,
And bid her turn those pretty eyes and see
The wide extended prospect. 'Sir,' she said,


'I cannot see the prospect, I am blind.'
Never did tongue of child utter a sound
So mournful, as her words fell on my ear.
Her mother then related how she found


Her child was sightless. On a ...

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As When A Child...

As when a child on some long winter's night
Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees
With eager wond'ring and perturbed delight
Listens strange tales of fearful dark decrees
Muttered to wretch by necromantic spell;
Or of those hags, who at the witching time
Of murky midnight ride the air sublime,
And mingle foul embrace with fiends of Hell:
Cold Horror drinks its blood! Anon the tear

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