Poems by Charles Lamb
The Beggar-Man
... Then nought too good for him to wear, ...
The Christening
... Strange words! "The World, the Flesh, the Devil ...
The Magpie's Nest, Or A Lesson Of Docility
... "That must follow of course, I have thought ...
Motes In The Sunbeams
... Were as useful as restless they are, ...
Lines Addressed To Lieut. R.W.H. Hardy, R.N.
... ON THE PERUSAL OF HIS VOLUME OF TRAVELS IN THE INTERIOR OF MEXICO ...
Going Into Breeches
... Sashes, frocks, to those that need 'em- ...
Discontent And Quarrelling
... MOTHER. O cease your wrangling, cease, my dears ...
Lines Addressed From London, To Sara And S.T.C. At Bristol, In The Summer Of 1796
... The man were churlish who should drive him thence ...
The Peach
... Yet though each share was very small, ...
The Sister's Expostulation On The Brother's Learning Latin
... All this comes since you've been under ...
My Birthday
... Where no friendly hand will watch o'er its young shoots, ...
Lines Suggested By A Sight Of Waltham Cross
... Thou in thy life-time hadst thy share of crosses ...
Prince Dorus
... Here, snatch'd and rescued from th' Enchanter's might, ...
The Journey From School And To School
... What though the coach is crammëd full, ...
Charity
... Having two cloaks, give one (said our Lord) to the poor ...
