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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
Writer
London
England
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Awake
Poet
Poetry
Dreams
True

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Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
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It is good to love the unknown.
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Half as sober as a judge.
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A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author.
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Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.
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The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.
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No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.
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You do not play then at whist, sir? Alas, what a sad old age you are preparing for yourself!
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Mother's love grows by giving.
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I cannot sit and think books think for me.
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And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
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As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun 's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!
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Satire does not look pretty upon a tombstone.
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Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
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She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.
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Opinions is a species of property - I am always desirous of sharing.
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I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature.
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Fly not yet 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
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Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.
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Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child's heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments?
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