Who is Mary Lamb

Mary Anne Lamb (3 December 1764 – 20 May 1847) was an English writer. She is best known for the collaboration with her brother Charles on the collection Tales from Shakespeare. Mary suffered from mental illness, and in 1796, aged 31, she stabbed her mother to death during a mental breakdown. She was confined to mental facilities for most of her remaining life. She and Charles presided over a literary circle in London that included the poets William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, among others.

Early life

Mary Lamb was born in London on 3 December 1764, the third of seven children of John and Elizabeth Lamb. Her parents worked for Samuel Salt, a barrister in London, and the family lived above Salt in his home at 2 Crown Office Row in the Inner Temple. Only...
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Mary Lamb Poems

  • Choosing A Name
    I have got a new-born sister.
    I was nigh the first that kissed her.
    When the nursing-woman brought her
    To papa, his infant daughter,...
  • A Child
    A child's a plaything for an hour;
    Its pretty tricks we try
    For that or for a longer space-
    Then tire, and lay it by....
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Pretty 2 Daughter 1 Fever 1 Common 1 Fashion 1 Offer 1 Long 1 Good 1 Dear 1 Woman 1

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No Passenger was known to flee-
That lodged a night in memory-
That wily-subterranean Inn
Contrives that none go out again-


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