Charles Lamb

(10 February 1775 – 27 December 1834 / London)

Charles Lamb Poems

1. Prince Dorus 4/10/2010
2. My Birthday 4/10/2010
3. Prologue To Faulkener 4/10/2010
4. The Beasts In The Tower 4/10/2010
5. To Margaret W------ 4/10/2010
6. Which Is The Favourite? 4/10/2010
7. The Three Friends 4/10/2010
8. Time Spent In Dress 4/10/2010
9. To Charles Lloyd: An Unexpected Visitor 4/10/2010
10. Weeding 4/10/2010
11. What Is Fancy? 4/10/2010
12. Written In The First Leaf Of A Child's Memorandum-Book 4/10/2010
13. Written Soon After The Preceding Poem 4/10/2010
14. The Butterfly 4/10/2010
15. The End Of May 4/10/2010
16. Lines Addressed From London, To Sara And S.T.C. At Bristol, In The Summer Of 1796 4/10/2010
17. Lines Suggested By A Sight Of Waltham Cross 4/10/2010
18. Home Delights 4/10/2010
19. To T.L.H. 4/10/2010
20. The Two Bees 4/10/2010
21. The Two Boys 4/10/2010
22. The Confidant 4/10/2010
23. Why Not Do It, Sir, Today? 4/10/2010
24. The Coffee Slips 4/10/2010
25. The First Leaf Of Spring 4/10/2010
26. Incorrect Speaking 4/10/2010
27. On A Late Impiric Of Balmy Memory 4/10/2010
28. Written A Year After The Events 4/10/2010
29. Written Christmas Day 1797 4/10/2010
30. To A Young Lady, On Being Too Fond Of Music 4/10/2010
31. To A River In Which A Child Was Drowned 4/10/2010
32. On Being Asked To Write In Miss Westwood's Album 4/10/2010
33. To The Poet Cowper, On His Recovery From An Indisposition 4/10/2010
34. The Young Letter Writer 4/10/2010
35. To Charles Lloyd 4/10/2010
36. The Mimic Harlequin 4/10/2010
37. The Rook And The Sparrows 4/10/2010
38. The Sparrow And The Hen 4/10/2010
39. Motes In The Sunbeams 4/10/2010
40. Queen Oriana's Dream 4/10/2010

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Best Poem of Charles Lamb

The Old Familiar Faces

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.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a Love once, fairest among women:
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Left him, to muse on the old familiar ...

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A Dramatic Fragment

'Fie upon't!
All men are false, I think. The date of love
Is out, expired, its stories all grown stale,
O'erpast, forgotten, like an antique tale
Of Hero and Leander.'


-John Woodvil

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