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My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.
Charles Lamb
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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
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Woman
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And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
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Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
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In the Negro countenance you will often meet with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearnings of tenderness towards some of these faces.
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Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
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'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.
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Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.
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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.
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I can scarce bring myself to believe, that I am admitted to a familiar correspondence, and all the license of friendship, with a man who writes blank verse like Milton.
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I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library.
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