Charles Lamb

(10 February 1775 – 27 December 1834 / London)

Charles Lamb Poems

41. Hypochondriacus 4/10/2010
42. Thoughtless Cruelty 4/10/2010
43. The Magpie's Nest, Or A Lesson Of Docility 4/10/2010
44. The Brother's Reply 4/10/2010
45. Nurse Green 4/10/2010
46. The Unbeloved 4/10/2010
47. Written On The Day Of My Aunt's Funeral 4/10/2010
48. The Triumph Of The Whale 4/10/2010
49. The Broken Doll 4/10/2010
50. The Force Of Habit 4/10/2010
51. The Godlike 4/10/2010
52. Neatness In Apparel 4/10/2010
53. Sonnet 4/10/2010
54. The Boy And The Skylark 4/10/2010
55. Wasps In A Garden 4/10/2010
56. The Text 4/10/2010
57. The Great Grandfather 4/10/2010
58. The Lame Brother 4/10/2010
59. The Duty Of A Brother 4/10/2010
60. The Offer 4/10/2010
61. Nursing 4/10/2010
62. Lines Addressed To Lieut. R.W.H. Hardy, R.N. 4/10/2010
63. Song For The C--N 4/10/2010
64. Going Into Breeches 4/10/2010
65. The Ape 4/10/2010
66. The New-Born Infant 4/10/2010
67. The Rainbow 4/10/2010
68. On A Projected Journey 4/10/2010
69. Moderation In Diet 4/10/2010
70. The Sister's Expostulation On The Brother's Learning Latin 4/10/2010
71. On The Lord's Prayer 4/10/2010
72. Penny Pieces 4/10/2010
73. Feigned Courage 4/10/2010
74. The Men And Women, And The Monkeys 4/10/2010
75. Repentance And Reconciliation 4/10/2010
76. On A Picture Of The Finding Of Moses By Pharoah's Daughter 4/10/2010
77. Sonnet To Mathew Wood, Esq., Alderman And M. P. 4/10/2010
78. The Peach 4/10/2010
79. The Christening 4/10/2010
80. Sonnet To A Friend 4/10/2010

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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 ...

Read the full of Blindness

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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