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The true poet dreams being awake.

Charles Lamb

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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
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London
England
Awake
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Poetry
Dreams
True
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While childhood, and while dreams, producing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth.
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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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Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.
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I love to lose myself in other men's minds.... Books think for me.
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I have sat through an Italian opera, til, for sheer pain, and inexplicable anguish, I have rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded street, to solace myself with sounds which I was not obliged to follow and get rid of the distracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention!
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For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
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No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
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I even think that, sentimentally, I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune.
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There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
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Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
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I know that a sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature, not even excepting the delicate creatures which bear them.
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May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.
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Rags, which are the reproach of poverty, are the beggar's robes, and graceful insignia of his profession, his tenure, his full dress, the suit in which he is expected to show himself in public.
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Can we ring the bells backward? Can we unlearn the arts that pretend to civilize, and then burn the world? There is a march of science but who shall beat the drums for its retreat?
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Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.
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Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o'er sea or land we roam?
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