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Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb

Epigram

(Written in the last reign.)

Ye Politicians, tell me, pray,
Why thus with woe and care rent?
This is the worst that you can say,
Some wind has blown the wig away,
And left the hair apparent.
 
R. et R.

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Feigned Courage

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The First Leaf of Spring

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The Confidant

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The Godlike

In one great man we view with odds A parallel to all the gods. Great Jove, that shook heaven wit… Could never match his princely bow… In him a Bacchus we behold:
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Crumbs to the Birds

A bird appears a thoughtless thing… He’s ever living on the wing, And keeps up such a carolling, That little else to do but sing A man would guess had he.
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