Poems by Charles Lamb
The Two Boys
... Then of the old churl's books he should have had no need ...
Anger
... The vile snake will always sting you ...
The New-Born Infant
... We'll now talk of the babe's surprise, ...
The First Of April
... When she took it, and thanked me, and gratefully smiled, ...
Breakfast
... But to me Not one of these deserves the praise ...
Suffer Little Children, And Forbid Them Not, To Come Unto Me
... But "of such" were the blessed words Christ our Lord spake, ...
The End Of May
... "'My husband's come!' 'My father's here!' ...
The Young Letter Writer
... In varied phrase your meanings wrap, ...
Written Soon After The Preceding Poem
... For this world's chilling friendships, and their smiles ...
Moderation In Diet
... Which reason drowns, and health destroys, ...
The Ride
... Till, brick-kilns past, they reached the open fields ...
To T.L.H.
... And, while thou fill'st thy lap with flowers, ...
Nursing
... What though, dear child, we've lost our mother ...
The Orange
... His throat and lips were parched with heat ...
Hypochondriacus
... Jesu! Maria! liberate nos ab his diris tentationibus Inimici ...
