John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Charles Lamb 1775-1834 John Bartlett
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The red-letter days now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days. | |
Oxford in the Vacation. | |
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For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord. | |
Oxford in the Vacation. | |
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A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game. | |
Mrs. Battle’s Opinions on Whist. | |
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Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony; but organically I am incapable of a tune. | |
A Chapter on Ears. | |
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Not if I know myself at all. | |
The Old and New Schoolmaster. | |
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It is good to love the unknown. | |
Valentine’s Day. | |
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The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling—a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy. | |
My First Play. | |
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Presents, I often say, endear absents. | |
A Dissertation upon Roast Pig. | |
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It argues an insensibility. | |
A Dissertation upon Roast Pig. | |
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Books which are no books. | |
Detached Thoughts on Books. | |
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Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it. | |
Amicus Redivivus. | |
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Gone before To that unknown and silent shore. | |
Hester. Stanza 7. | |
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I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days. All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. | |
Old Familiar Faces. | |
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For thy sake, tobacco, I Would do anything but die. | |
A Farewell to Tobacco. | |
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And half had staggered that stout Stagirite. | |
Written at Cambridge. | |
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Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . . . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk’s dead wood? . . . . . . . . . Sabbathless Satan! | |
Work. | |
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I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition ’s shown; And all that history, much that fiction weaves. | |
To the Editor of the Every-Day Book. | |
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He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society. | |
Captain Starkey. | |
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Neat, not gaudy. 1 | |
Letter to Wordsworth, 1806. | |
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Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold! | |
Lamb’s Suppers. | |
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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.” | |
Autobiographical Recollections. (Leslie.) |
Note 1. See Shakespeare, Hamlet, Quotation 46. [back] |