John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Charles Lamb. (1775–1834) (continued) |
| 5317 |
| Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony; but organically I am incapable of a tune. |
| A Chapter on Ears. |
| 5318 |
| Not if I know myself at all. |
| The Old and New Schoolmaster. |
| 5319 |
| It is good to love the unknown. |
| Valentine’s Day. |
| 5320 |
| 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. |
| 5321 |
| Presents, I often say, endear absents. |
| A Dissertation upon Roast Pig. |
| 5322 |
| It argues an insensibility. |
| A Dissertation upon Roast Pig. |
| 5323 |
| Books which are no books. |
| Detached Thoughts on Books. |
| 5324 |
| Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it. |
| Amicus Redivivus. |
| 5325 |
| Gone before To that unknown and silent shore. |
| Hester. Stanza 7. |
| 5326 |
| 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. |
| 5327 |
| For thy sake, tobacco, I Would do anything but die. |
| A Farewell to Tobacco. |
| 5328 |
| And half had staggered that stout Stagirite. |
| Written at Cambridge. |
| 5329 |
| 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. |
| 5330 |
| I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves |