Charles Lamb Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library.

  Charles Lamb

  Heart, Library, Thee

  Charles Lamb (1866). “The works of Charles Lamb”, p.51

• What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn dullness of communication, compared with the simple altar-like structure and silent heart-language of the old sundials! It stood as the garden god of Christian gardens. Why is it almost everywhere vanished? If its business-use be superseded by more elaborate inventions, its moral uses, its beauty, might have pleaded for its continuance.

  Charles Lamb

  Christian, Business, Communication

  Charles Lamb (1943). “A complete Elia: The essays of Elia, together with The last essays of Elia”

• Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heaven was all tranquillity.

  Charles Lamb

  Love, Moving, Fall

• The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.

  Charles Lamb

  Music, Wall, Heart

• When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?

  Charles Lamb

  Lying, Heart, World

• Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.

  Charles Lamb

  Heart, Blades, Stains

• When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.

  Charles Lamb

  Heart, Power, Peculiar

• And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

  Charles Lamb

  Heart, Stealing, Stolen

• I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.

  Charles Lamb

  Heart, Giving, Poor

• Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o'er sea or land we roam?

  Charles Lamb

  Dream, Sweet, Home

• Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.

  Charles Lamb

  Love, Memories, Heart

• Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child's heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments?

  Charles Lamb

  Children, Heart, Childhood

• Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.

  Charles Lamb

  Spring, Heart, Simplicity

  Charles Lamb, Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd (1854). “Talfourd, T. N. Life and letters”, p.38

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