| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Charles Lamb. (17751834) (continued) |
| | | 5317 | | Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony; but organically I am incapable of a tune. |
| A Chapter on Ears. |
| 5318 | | Not if I know myself at all. |
| The Old and New Schoolmaster. |
| 5319 | | It is good to love the unknown. |
| Valentines Day. |
| 5320 | | The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resemblinga homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy. |
| My First Play. |
| 5321 | | Presents, I often say, endear absents. |
| A Dissertation upon Roast Pig. |
| 5322 | | It argues an insensibility. |
| A Dissertation upon Roast Pig. |
| 5323 | | Books which are no books. |
| Detached Thoughts on Books. |
| 5324 | | Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it. |
| Amicus Redivivus. |
| 5325 | Gone before To that unknown and silent shore. |
| Hester. Stanza 7. |
| 5326 | 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. |
| Old Familiar Faces. |
| 5327 | For thy sake, tobacco, I Would do anything but die. |
| A Farewell to Tobacco. |
| 5328 | | And half had staggered that stout Stagirite. |
| Written at Cambridge. |
| 5329 | Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . . . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desks dead wood? . . . . . . . . . Sabbathless Satan! |
| Work. |
| 5330 | I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves
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