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Charles Lamb Poems

  • On The Sight Of Swans In Kensington Gardens
    Queen-bird, that sittest on thy shining nest
    And thy young cygnets without sorrow hatchest,
    And thou, thou other royal bird, that watchest
    Lest the white mother wandering feet molest: ...
  • David In The Cave Of Adullam
    David and his three captains bold
    Kept ambush once within a hold.
    It was in Adullam's cave,
    Nigh which no water they could have. ...
  • The Butterfly
    SISTER.
    Do, my dearest brother John,
    Let that butterfly alone.
    ...
  • Going Into Breeches
    Joy to Philip, he this day
    Has his long coats cast away,
    And (the childish season gone)
    Puts the manly breeches on. ...
  • Thoughtless Cruelty
    There, Robert, you have killed that fly,
    And should you thousand ages try
    The life you've taken to supply,
    You could not do it. ...
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Dear 45 Heart 38 Poor 38 Away 36 Young 32 Child 30 World 30 Good 28 Tender 25 Mind 25


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  • Zidrees560: "the greatest pleasure i know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident." -charles lamb
  • Shy_naaah: “oftentimes these ministers of darkness tell us truths in little things, to betray us into deeds of greatest consequence.” ~charles lamb, tales from shakespeare
  • Timgstevens: he’s a great radio actor as well. his charles paris amateur sleuth shows are a joy. ‘how’s your liver?’ ‘what have you heard?’ ‘no, i mean your sautéed lamb’s liver. is it any good?’
  • Quotes__bot: the greatest pleasure i know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident. - charles lamb
  • Ames_of_j: the greatest pleasure i know is to do a good action by stealth and have it found out by accident. by charles lamb
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