Charles Lamb

(10 February 1775 – 27 December 1834 / London)

Charles Lamb Poems

81. The Orange 4/10/2010
82. Parental Recollections 4/10/2010
83. The Ride 4/10/2010
84. The Fairy 4/10/2010
85. The Reproof 4/10/2010
86. The Reaper's Child 4/10/2010
87. Suffer Little Children, And Forbid Them Not, To Come Unto Me 4/10/2010
88. The First Tooth 4/10/2010
89. On The Sight Of Swans In Kensington Gardens 1/1/2004
90. David In The Cave Of Adullam 4/10/2010
91. The Dessert 4/10/2010
92. The Beggar-Man 4/10/2010
93. Living Without God In The World 4/10/2010
94. Envy 4/10/2010
95. Sonnet Viii 4/10/2010
96. Discontent And Quarrelling 4/10/2010
97. The Journey From School And To School 4/10/2010
98. Conquest Of Prejudice 4/10/2010
99. Epigram 4/10/2010
100. David 4/10/2010
101. A Parody 4/10/2010
102. Eyes 4/10/2010
103. Beauty's Song 4/10/2010
104. Lines 4/10/2010
105. Clock Striking 4/10/2010
106. Hester 1/4/2003
107. A Dramatic Fragment 4/10/2010
108. The Spartan Boy 4/10/2010
109. A Ballad 4/10/2010
110. As When A Child... 4/10/2010
111. Choosing A Profession 4/10/2010
112. Charity 4/10/2010
113. The Boy And The Snake 4/10/2010
114. A Farewell To Tobacco 4/10/2010
115. Cleanliness 4/10/2010
116. Crumbs To The Birds 4/10/2010
117. Choosing A Name 4/10/2010
118. A Timid Grace Sits Trembling In Her Eye 1/1/2004
119. On An Infant Dying As Soon As Born 1/4/2003
120. Breakfast 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 ...

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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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