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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.

Charles Lamb

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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
Literary Critic
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Poet
Writer
London
England
Dead
Attachments
Days
Attachment
Nature
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Done
Locals
Many
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Passed
Intense
London

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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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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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And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
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The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.
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My theory is to enjoy life, but my practice is against it.
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