How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. Charles Lamb More Quotes by Charles Lamb More Quotes From Charles Lamb No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us. Charles Lamb eye watches heaven Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all. Charles Lamb spheres heaven years A man cannot have a pure mind who refuses apple dumplings. Charles Lamb apples mind men There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try! Charles Lamb soul trying men Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved. Charles Lamb never-quit love men Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. Charles Lamb hell feelings heaven Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime! Charles Lamb home time sweet If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung. Charles Lamb play time firsts Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me." Charles Lamb women business two Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon. Charles Lamb flower eye love 'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near. Charles Lamb sweet love thinking When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love. Charles Lamb stars love fall When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone? Charles Lamb heart lying world The light that lies In woman's eyes. Charles Lamb light eye lying We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it. Charles Lamb theatre pressure reality All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. Charles Lamb joyful gone faces Do not fold, spindle or mutilate. Charles Lamb folds gambling A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game. Charles Lamb gambling fire games Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity. Charles Lamb damn age writing Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling? Charles Lamb cousin brother father
