Charles Lamb

(10 February 1775 – 27 December 1834 / London)

Charles Lamb Poems

1. Prince Dorus 4/10/2010
2. The Young Letter Writer 4/10/2010
3. My Birthday 4/10/2010
4. Prologue To Faulkener 4/10/2010
5. The Beasts In The Tower 4/10/2010
6. To Margaret W------ 4/10/2010
7. Which Is The Favourite? 4/10/2010
8. The Three Friends 4/10/2010
9. The Butterfly 4/10/2010
10. The End Of May 4/10/2010
11. Written In The First Leaf Of A Child's Memorandum-Book 4/10/2010
12. Written Soon After The Preceding Poem 4/10/2010
13. To Charles Lloyd: An Unexpected Visitor 4/10/2010
14. Weeding 4/10/2010
15. What Is Fancy? 4/10/2010
16. Time Spent In Dress 4/10/2010
17. Lines Addressed From London, To Sara And S.T.C. At Bristol, In The Summer Of 1796 4/10/2010
18. Lines Suggested By A Sight Of Waltham Cross 4/10/2010
19. Home Delights 4/10/2010
20. To T.L.H. 4/10/2010
21. The Two Bees 4/10/2010
22. The Two Boys 4/10/2010
23. The Confidant 4/10/2010
24. Why Not Do It, Sir, Today? 4/10/2010
25. The Coffee Slips 4/10/2010
26. The First Leaf Of Spring 4/10/2010
27. Incorrect Speaking 4/10/2010
28. On A Late Impiric Of Balmy Memory 4/10/2010
29. Written A Year After The Events 4/10/2010
30. Written Christmas Day 1797 4/10/2010
31. To A Young Lady, On Being Too Fond Of Music 4/10/2010
32. To A River In Which A Child Was Drowned 4/10/2010
33. On Being Asked To Write In Miss Westwood's Album 4/10/2010
34. Lines 4/10/2010
35. To The Poet Cowper, On His Recovery From An Indisposition 4/10/2010
36. To Charles Lloyd 4/10/2010
37. The Sparrow And The Hen 4/10/2010
38. The Rook And The Sparrows 4/10/2010
39. The Mimic Harlequin 4/10/2010
40. Motes In The Sunbeams 4/10/2010
Best Poem of Charles Lamb

The Old Familiar Faces

I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a Love once, fairest among women:
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Left him, to muse on the old familiar ...

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A Ballad

In a costly palace Youth goes clad in gold;
In a wretched workhouse Age's limbs are cold:
There they sit, the old men by a shivering fire,
Still close and closer cowering, warmth is their desire.

In a costly palace, when the brave gallants dine,
They have store of good venison, with old canary wine,
With singing and music to heighten the cheer;
Coarse bits, with grudging, are the pauper's best fare.

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