John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Charles Lamb. (17751834) 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!
I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves