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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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To Margaret W------

Margaret, in happy hour Christen’d from that humble flower Which we a daisy call! May thy pretty name—sake be In all things a type of thee,
What Is Fancy?

SISTER. I am to write three lines, and you Three others that will rhyme. There—now I’ve done my task. BROTHER.
Sonnet VIII

As when a child on some long winte… Affrighted clinging to its Granda… With eager wond’ring and perturb’d… Listens strange tales of fearful d… Mutter’d to wretch by necromantic…
Choosing a Name

I have got a new—born sister; I was nigh the first that kissed h… When the nursing woman brought her To papa, his infant daughter, How papa’s dear eyes did glisten!—
Suffer Little Children, and Forbid Them Not, to Come Unto Me

To Jesus our Saviour some parents… Their children—what fears and what… When this the disciples would fain… Our Saviour reproved their unseas… Not only free leave to come to him…
On a Projected Journey

To gratify his people’s wish See G—e at length prepare— He’s setting out for Hanover— We’ve often wish’d him there.
The Unbeloved

Not a woman, child, or man in All this isle, that loves thee, C… Fools, whom gentle manners sway, May incline to C—gh, Princes, who old ladies love,
Going into Breeches

Joy to Philip, he this day Has his long coats cast away, And (the childish season gone) Puts the manly breeches on. Officer on gay parade,
To T.L.H.

Model of thy parent dear, Serious infant worth a fear: In thy unfaultering visage well Picturing forth the son of Tell, When on his forehead, firm and goo…
Beauty's Song

What’s Life still changing ev’ry… Tis all the seasons in a Day! The Smile, the Tear, the Sun, th… Tis now December, now tis May At morn we hail some envied Queen…
Charity

O why your good deeds with such pr… And why that self—satisfied smile At the shilling you gave to the po… That lifted you over the stile? 'Tis not much; all the bread that…
The Reaper's Child

If you go to the field where the r… The sheaves of ripe corn, there a… Only three months of age, by the h… Left alone by its mother upon the… While the mother is reaping, the i…
David

It is not always to the strong Victorious battle shall belong. This found Goliath huge and tall: Mightiest giant of them all, Who in the proud Philistian host
The Old Familiar Faces

I have had playmates, I have had… In my days of childhood, in my joy… All, all are gone, the old familia… I have been laughing, I have been… Drinking late, sitting late, with…
Prince Dorus

In days of yore, as Ancient Stori… A King in love with a great Princ… Long at her feet submiss the Mona… While she with stern repulse his s… Yet was he form’d by birth to plea…



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