Poems by Charles Lamb
Sonnet
... Brute things, who shut their ears when Freedom calls ...
Hester
... But she was train'd in Nature's school ...
The Mimic Harlequin
... " "O fie, you naughty child, what have you done ...
The Force Of Habit
... Who filled the world with martial praise, ...
David
... "Thou comest with sword, with spear, with shield, ...
Sonnet VIII
... Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart, ...
The Fairy
... Whose steps and whose motions so light were and airy, ...
What Is Fancy?
... BROTHER. Sister, I think 'twere quite as well ...
The Old Familiar Faces
... Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, ...
Blindness
... The child, and called her pretty dark-eyed maid, ...
Time Spent In Dress
... How long on dress your thoughts were bent ...
"As when a child..."
... Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart, ...
Written In The First Leaf Of A Child's Memorandum-Book
... The finest pens I'll use, and wondrous pains I'll take, ...
To A River In Which A Child Was Drowned
... Choak'd with ooze and grav'lly stones, ...
Written A Year After The Events
... Vain loves and wanderings with a fair-hair'd maid, ...
