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PHILADELPHIA:
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CONTENTS.



MISCELLANEOUS.

THE THREE FRIENDS Page 9

To CHARLES LLOYD, AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR . . 17

HESTER 10

THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES 21

To A KlVER IN WHICH A CHILD WAS DROWNED . . 22

HELEN 23

A VISION OF REPENTANCE 24

DIALOGUE BETWEEN A MOTHER AND CHILD ... 28

QUEEN ORIANA'S DREAM 29

A BALLAD. NOTING THE DIFFERENCE OF RICH AND

POOR, IN THE WAYS OF A RlCH NOBLE'S PALACE

AND A POOR WORKHOUSE 30

HYPOCHONDRIACUS 32

A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO . 34

LlNES SUGGESTED BY A PlCTURE OF TWO FEMALES BY

LEONARDO DA VINCI 40

LlNES ON THE SAME PlCTURE BEING REMOVED TO MAKE

PLACE FOR A PORTRAIT OF A LADY BY TlTIAN . . 41

To T. L. II., A CHILD 41

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VI CONTENTS.

BALLAD, FROM THE GERMAN 43

DAYID IN THE CAVE OF ADULLAM 44

SALOME 45

LINES ON THE CELEBRATED PlCTURE BY LEONARDO DA

VINCI, CALLED THE VIRGIN OF THE KOCKS ... 48

ON THE SAME 49

ANGEL HELP 50

ON AN INFANT DYING AS SOON AS BORN .... 51

THE CHRISTENING . . 54

THE YOUNG CATECHIST 55

To A YOUNG FRIEND, ON HER TWENTY-FIRST BIRTH-
DAY . . .- 56

SHE is GOING 58

SONNETS.

I. To Miss KELLY 59

II. ON THE SIGHT OF SWANS IN KENSINGTON GAR-
DEN 59

III. " WAS IT SOME SWEET DEVICE" 60

IV. " METHINKS HOW DAINTY SWEET IT WERE" . . 61

V. "WHEN LAST I ROVED" 61

VI. THE FAMILY NAME 62

VII. " IF FROM MY LIPS" . . 62

VIII. " A TIMID GRACE" .63

IX. To JOHN LAMB, ESQ., OF THE SOUTH-SEA HOUSE 64

X. " ! I COULD LAUGH" '. 64

XL " WE WERE TWO PRETTY BABES" 65

HARMONY IN UNLIKENESS 66

WRITTEN AT CAMBRIDGE 66

To A CELEBRATED FEMALE PERFORMER IN THE " BLIND

BOY" , 67



CONTENTS. Vll

WORK 68

LEISURE 68

To SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ 69

THE GIPSY'S MALISON 70

BLANK VERSE.

CHILDHOOD 72

THE GRAXDAME 72

FANCY EMPLOYED ON DIYINE SUBJECTS 74

COMPOSED AT MIDNIGHT 75

THE SABBATH BELLS 77

ALBUM VERSES, ETC.

IN THE AUTOGRAPH BOOK or MRS. SERGEANT W 78

To DORA "VV , ON BEING ASKED BY HER FATHER

TO WRITE IN HER ALBUM 79

IN THE ALBUM or A CLERGYMAN'S LADY .... 80

IN THE ALBUM OF EDITH S 80

IN THE ALBUM or ROTHA Q 81

IN THE ALBUM OF CATHERINE ORKNEY . . ,82



IN THE ALBUM OF LUCY BARTON 83

IN THE ALBUM OF MRS. JANE TOWERS 84

IN THE ALBUM OF Miss 85

IN MY OWN ALBUM 86

COMMENDATORY VERSES, ETC.

To J. S. KNOWLES, ESQ., ON HIS TRAGEDY OF VIR-

GINIUS 88

To THE AUTHOR OF POEMS, PUBLISHED UNDER THE

NAME OF BARRY CORNWALL 89

To THE EDITOR OF THE " EVERY-DAY BOOK" . , 90



Vlll CONTENTS.

To T. STOTHARD, ESQ., ON HIS ILLUSTRATIONS OF THE

POEMS OF MR. ROGERS 91

To A FRIEND ON HIS MARRIAGE 92

THE SELF-ENCHANTED 95

To LOUISA M , WHOM I USED TO CALL " MONKEY" 95

TRANSLATIONS (FROM THE LATIN OF VINCENT BOURNE).

I. THE BALLAD SINGERS 97

II. To DAVID COOK, OF THE PARISH OF ST. MAR-
GARET'S, WESTMINSTER, WATCHMAN .... 100

III. ON A SEPULCHRAL STATUE OF AN INFANT
SLEEPING 102

IV. EPITAPH ON A DOG 102

V. THE RIYAL BELLS 104

VI. NEWTON'S PRINCIPIA ......... 104

VII. THE HOUSEKEEPER . . 105

VIII. ON A DEAF AND DUMB ARTIST . . . . .106
IX. THE FEMALE ORATORS 107

PINDARIC ODE TO THE TREAD-MILL 108

GOING OR GONE . . . . ' 112

FREE THOUGHTS ON SEVERAL EMINENT COMPOSERS . . . 116



ILLUSTRATIONS.



SUBJECT DESIGNER PAGB

PORTRAIT OF CHARLES LAMB ATAGEMAN Frontispiece

THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES SCHMOLZE Title

WHO ART THOU FAIR ONE DEVEREUX 41

CHILDHOOD SCHMOLZE 72

TJ3JE SABBATH BELLS SCBMOLZE 77



THE

POETICAL WORKS



OF



CHARLES LAMB.



THE THREE FRIENDS.

THREE young maids in friendship met,

Mary, Martha, Margaret.

Margaret was tall and fair,

Martha shorter by a hair ;

If the first excelled in feature,

The other's grace and ease were greater ;

Mary, though to rival loth,

In their best gifts equalled both.

They a due proportion kept ;

Martha mourned if Margaret wept ;

Margaret joyed when any good

She of Martha understood ;



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And in sympathy for either
Mary -was outdone by neither.
Thus far, for a happy space,
All three ran an equal race,
A most constant friendship proving,
Equally beloved and loving ;
All their wishes, joys, the same ;
Sisters only not in name.

Fortune upon each one smiled,
As upon a favourite child ;
Well to do and well to bee
Were the parents of all three ;
Till on Martha's father crosses
Brought a flood of worldly losses,
And his fortunes rich and great
Changed at once to low estate ;
Under which o'erwhelming blow
Martha's mother was laid low ;
She a hapless orphan left,
Of maternal care bereft,
Trouble following trouble fast,
Lay in a sick bed at last.

In the depth of her affliction
Martha now received conviction,
That a true and faithful friend
Can the surest comfort lend.



MISCELLANEOUS. 11

Night and day, with friendship tried,
Ever constant by her side
Was her gentle Mary found,
With a love that knew no bound ;
And the solace she imparted
Saved her dying broken-hearted.

In this scene of earthly things
Not one good unmixed springs.
That which had to Martha proved
A sweet consolation, moved
Different feelings of regret
In the mind of Margaret.
She, whose love was not less dear,
Nor affection less sincere
To her friend, was, by occasion
Of more distant habitation,
Fewer visits forced to pay her ;
When no other cause did stay her ;
And her Mary living nearer,
Margaret began to fear her,
Lest her visits day by day
Martha's heart should steal away.
That whole heart she ill could spare her,
Where till now she'd been a sharer.
From this cause with grief she pined,
Till at length her health declined.



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All her cheerful spirits flew,
Fast as Martha's gathered new ;
And her sickness waxed sore,
Just when Martha felt no more.

Mary, who had quick suspicion
Of her altered friend's condition,
Seeing Martha's convalescence
Less demanded now her presence,
With a goodness, built on reason,
Changed her measures with the season ;
Turned her steps from Martha's door,
Went where she was wanted more ;
All her care and thoughts were set
Now to tend on Margaret.
Mary living 'twixt the two,
From her home could oftener go,
Either of her friends to see,
Then they could together be.

Truth explained is to suspicion
Evermore the best physician.
Soon her visits had the effect ;
All that Margaret did suspect,
From her fancy vanished clean ;
She was soon what she had been,
And the colour she did lack
To her faded cheek came back.



MISCELLANEOUS. 13

Wounds which love had made her feel,
Love alone had power to heal.

Martha, who the frequent visit
Now had lost, and sore did miss it,
With impatience waxed cross,
Counted Margaret's gain her loss :
All that Mary did confer
On her friend, thought due to her.
In her girlish bosom rise
Little foolish jealousies,
Which into such rancour wrought,
She one day for Margaret sought ;
Finding her by chance alone,
She began, with reasons shown,
To insinuate a fear
Whether Mary was sincere ;
Wished that Margaret would take heed
Whence her actions did proceed.
For herself, she'd long been minded
Not with outsides to be blinded ;
All that pity and compassion
She believed was affectation ;
In her heart she doubted whether
Mary cared a pin for either.
She could keep whole weeks at distance,
And not know of their existence,



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While all things remained the same ;
But, when some misfortune came,
Then she made a great parade
Of her sympathy and aid,
Not that she did really grieve,
It was only make-believe,
And she cared for nothing, so
She might her fine feelings show
And her credit, on her- part,
For a soft and tender heart.

With such speeches, smoothly made,
She found methods to persuade
Margaret (who being sore
From the doubts she'd felt before,
Was prepared for mistrust)
To believe her reasons just ;
Quite destroyed that comfort glad,
Which in Mary late she had ;
Made her, in experience' spite,
Think her friend a hypocrite,
And resolve, with cruel scoff,
To renounce and cast her off.

See how good turns are rewarded !
She of both is now discarded.



MISCELLANEOUS. 15

Who to both had been so late

Their support in low estate,

All their comfort, and their stay

Now of both is cast away.

But the league her presence cherished,

Losing its best prop, soon perished ;

She, that was a link to either,

To keep them and it together,

Being gone, the two (no wonder)

That were left, soon fell asunder ;

Some civilities were kept,

But the heart of friendship slept ;

Love with hollow forms was fed,

But the life of love lay dead :

A cold intercourse they held,

After Mary was expelled.

Two long years did intervene
Since they'd either of them seen,
Or, by letter, any word
Of their old companion heard,
When, upon a day once walking,
Of indifferent matters talking,
They a female figure met ;
Martha said to Margaret,
" That young maid in face does carry
A resemblance strong of Mary."



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Margaret, at nearer sight,

Owned her observation right ;

But they did not far proceed

Ere they knew 'twas she indeed.

She but, ah ! how changed they view her

From that person which they knew her !

Her fine face disease had starred,

And its matchless beauty marred :

But enough was left to trace

Mary's sweetness Mary's grace.

When her eye did first behold them,

How they blushed ! but, when she told them,

How on a sick bed she lay

Months, while they had kept away,

And had no inquiries made

If she were alive or dead ;

How, for want of a true friend,

She was brought near to her end,

And was like so to have died,

With no friend at. her bed-side ;

How the constant irritation,

Caused by fruitless expectation

Of their coming, had extended

The illness, when she might have mended,

Then, then, how did reflection

Come on them with recollection !



MISCELLANEOUS. 17

All that she had done for them,
How it did their fault condemn !

But sweet Mary, still the same,
Kindly eased them of their shame ;
Spoke to them with accents bland,
Took them friendly by the hand ;
Bound them both with promise fast,
Not to speak of troubles past ;
Made them on the spot declare
A new league of friendship there ;
Which, without a word of strife,
Lasted thenceforth long as life.
Martha now and Margaret
Strove who most should pay the debt
Which they owed her, nor did vary
Ever after from their Mary.



TO CHARLES LLOYD.

AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR.

ALONE, obscure, without a friend,

A cheerless, solitary thing,
Why seeks, my Lloyd, the stranger out ?

What offering can the stranger bring ?



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Of social scenes, home-bred delights,
That him in aught compensate may

For Stowey's pleasant winter nights,
For loves and friendships far away ?

In brief oblivion to forego

Friends, such as thine, so justly dear,
And be awhile with me Content

To stay, a kindly loiterer, here :

For this a gleam of random joy

Hath flushed my unaccustomed cheek ;

And, with an o'ercharged bursting heart,
I feel the thanks I cannot speak.

Oh ! sweet are all the Muses' lays,
And "sweet the charm of matin bird ;

'Twas long since these estranged ears
The sweeter voice of friend had heard.

The voice hath spoke ; the pleasant sounds
In memory's ear in after time

Shall live, to sometimes rouse a tear,
And sometimes prompt an honest rhyme.

For, when the transient charm is fled,
And when the little week is o'er,



MISCELLANEOUS. 19

To cheerless, friendless, solitude
When I return, as heretofore ;

Long, long, within my aching heart
The grateful sense shall cherish'd be ;

I'll think less meanly of myself,

That Lloyd will sometimes think on me.



HESTER.

WHEN maidens such as Hester die,
Their place ye may not well supply,
Though ye among a thousand try,
With vain endeavour.

A month or more hath she been dead,
Yet cannot I by force be led
To think upon the wormy bed,
And her together.

A springy motion in her gait,
A rising step, did indicate
Of pride and joy no common rate,
That flushed her spirit.



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I know not by what name beside
I shall it call : if 'twas not pride,
It was a joy to that allied,
She did inherit.

Her parents held the Quaker rule,
Which doth the human feeling cool,
But she was trained in Nature's school,
Nature had blest her.

A waking eye, a prying mind,
A heart that stirs, is hard to bind,
A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind,
Ye could not Hester.

My sprightly neighbour ! gone before
To that unknown and silent shore,
Shall we not meet, as heretofore,
Some summer morning,

When from thy cheerful eyes a ray
Hath struck a bliss upon the day,
A bliss that would not go away,
A sweet fore-warning ?



MISCELLANEOUS. 21



THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES.

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.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies,
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a love once, fairest among women ;
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ;
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ;
Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,
Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse,
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling ?
So might we talk of the old familiar faces



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How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me ; all are departed ;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.



TO A RIVER IN WHICH A CHILD WAS
DROWNED.

SMILING river, smiling river,
On thy bosom sunbeams play ;

Though they're fleeting, and retreating,
Thou hast more deceit than they.

In thy channel, in thy channel,

Choked with ooze and gravelly stones,

Deep immersed, and unhearsed,

Lies young Edward's corse : his bones

Ever whitening, ever whitening,
As thy waves against them dash ;

What thy torrent, in the current,
Swallowed, now it helps to wash.

As if senseless, as if senseless
Things had feeling in this case ;



MISCELLANEOUS. 23



What so blindly, and unkindly,
It destroyed, it now does grace.



HELEN.

HIGH-BORN Helen, round your dwelling
These twenty years I've paced in vain :

Haughty beauty, thy lover's duty
Hath been to glory in his pain.

High-born Helen, proudly telling

Stories of thy cold disdain ;
I starve, I die, now you comply,

And I no longer can complain.

These twenty years I've lived on tears,
Dwelling for ever on a frown ;

On sighs I've fed, your scorn my bread ;
I perish now you kind are grown.

Can I, who loved my beloved

But for the scorn " was in her eye,"

Can I be moved for my beloved,

When she "returns me sigh for sigh?"



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In stately pride, by my bed-side,
High-born Helen's portrait's hung ;

Deaf to my praise, my mournful lays
Are nightly to the portrait sung.

To that I weep, nor ever sleep,

Complaining all night long to her

Helen, grown old, no longer cold.
Said, "You to all men I prefer."



A VISION OF REPENTANCE.

I SAW a famous fountain, in my dream,
Where shady pathways to a valley led ;

A weeping willow lay upon that stream,

And all around the fountain brink was spread

Wide-branching trees, with dark green leaf rich clad,

Forming a doubtful twilight desolate and sad.

The place was such, that whoso entered in,
Disrobed was of every earthly thought,

And straight became as one that knew not sin,
Or to the world's first innocence was brought ;

Enseemed it now, he stood on holy ground,

In sweet and tender melancholy wrapt around.



MISCELLANEOUS. 25

A most strange calm stole o'er my soothed sprite ;

Long time I stood, and longer had I staid,
"When lo ! I saw, saw by the sweet moonlight,

Which came in silence o'er that silent shade,
Where, near the fountain, SOMETHING like DESPAIR
Made, of that weeping willow, garlands for her hair.

And eke with painful fingers she inwove
Many an uncouth stem of savage thorn

" The willow garland, that was for her love,
And these her bleeding temples would adorn."

With sighs her, heart nigh burst, salt tears fast fell,

As mournfully she bended o'er that sacred well.

To whom when I addressed myself to speak,
She lifted up her eyes, and nothing said :

The delicate red came mantling o'er her cheek,
And gathering up her loose attire, she fled

To the dark covert of that woody shade,

And in her goings seemed a timid gentle maid.

Revolving in my mind what this should mean,

And why that lovely lady plained so ;
Perplexed in thought at that mysterious scene,

And doubting if 'twere best to stay or go,
I cast mine eyes in wistful gaze around,
When from the shades came slow a small and plain-
tive sound.
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" PSYCHE am I, who love to dwell
In these brown shades, this woody dell,
Where never busy mortal came,
Till now, to pry upon my shame.

At thy feet what thou dost see
The waters of repentance be,
Which, night and day, I must augment
With tears, like a true penitent,

If haply so my day of grace
Be not yet past ; and this lone place,
O'er-shadowy, dark, excludeth hence
All thoughts but grief and penitence."

" Why dost thou weep, thou gentle maid!
And wherefore in this barren shade
Thy hidden thoughts with sorrow feed ?
Oan thing so fair repentance need?"

" ! I have done a deed of shame,
And tainted is my virgin fame,
And stained the beauteous maiden white
In which my bridal robes were dight."
" And who the promised spouse ? declare:
And what those bridal garments were."



MISCELLANEOUS. 27

" Severe and saintly righteousness
Composed the clear white bridal dress ;
JESUS, the Son of Heaven's high King,
Bought with his blood the marriage ring.

A wretched sinful creature, I
Deemed lightly of that sacred tie,
Gave to a treacherous WORLD my heart,
And played the foolish wanton's part.
Soon to these murky shades I came,
To hide from the sun's light my shame.
And still I haunt this woody dell,
And bathe me in that healing well,
Whose waters clear have influence
From sin's foul stains the soul to cleanse ;
And night and day, I them augment,
With tears, like a true penitent,
Until, due expiation made,
And fit atonement fully paid,
The Lord and Bridegroom me present,
Where in sweet strains of high consent,
God's throne before the Seraphim
Shall chant the ecstatic marriage hymn."

"Now Christ restore thee soon" I said,
And thenceforth all my dream was fled.



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DIALOGUE BETWEEN A MOTHER AND
CHILD.



" LADY, lay your costly robes aside,
No longer may you glory in your pride."



Wherefore to-day art singing in mine ear
Sad songs were made so long ago, my dear ?
This day I am to be a bride, you know,
Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago ?



mother, lay your costly robes aside,
For you may never be another's bride.
That line I learned not in the old sad song.



I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue,
Play with the bride-maids ; and be glad, my boy,
For thou shalt be a second father's joy.



One father fondled me upon his knee.
One father is enough, alone, for me.



MISCELLANEOUS. 29

QUEEN OKI ANA'S DREAM.


ON a bank with roses shaded,

Whose sweet scent the violets aided
Violets whose breath alone
Yields but feeble smell or none,
(Sweeter bed Jove ne'er reposed on
When his eyes Olympus closed on,)
While o'er head six slaves did hold
Canopy of cloth o' gold,
And two more did music keep,
Which might Juno lull to sleep,
Oriana, who was queen
To the mighty Tamerlane,
That was lord of all the land
Between Thrace and Samarchand,
While the noon-tide fervour beamed,
Mused herself to sleep, and dreamed.

Thus far, in magnific strain,
A young poet soothed his vein,
But he had nor prose nor numbers
To express a princess' slumbers.
Youthful Richard had strange fancies,
Was deep versed in old romances,
And could talk whole hours upon
The Great Cham and Prester John



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Tell the field in which the Sophi
From the Tartar won a trophy
What he read with such delight of,
Thought he could as easily write of
But his over-young invention
Kept not pace with brave intention.
Twenty suns did rise and set,
And he could no further get ;
But, unable to proceed,
Made a virtue out of need,
And, his labours wiselier deemed of,
Did omit what the queen dreamed of.



A BALLAD.

NOTING THE DIFFERENCE OF RICH AND POOR, IN THE
WAYS OF A RICH NOBLE' S PALACE AND A POOR WORK-
HOUSE.

To the Tune of the " Old and Young Courtier."

IN a costly palace Youth goes clad in gold ;
In a wretched workhouse Age's limbs are cold ;
There they sit, the old men by a shivering fire,
Still close and closer cowering, warmth is their de-
sire.



MISCELLANEOUS. 31

In a costly palace, when the brave gallants dine,
They have store of good venison, with old canary

wine.

With singing and music to heighten the cheer ;
Coarse bits, with grudging, are the pauper's best fare.

In a costly palace Youth is still carcs't

By a train of attendants which laugh at my young

Lord's jest ;

In a wretched workhouse the contrary prevails ;
Does Age begin to prattle ? no man hearkeneth to

his tales.

In a costly palace if the child with a pin

Do but chance to prick a finger, straight the doctor

is called in ;

In a wretched workhouse men are left to perish
For want of proper cordials, which their old age

might cherish.

In a costly palace Youth enjoys his lust ;
In a wretched workhouse Age, in corners thrust,
Thinks upon the former days, when he was well to do,
Had children to stand by him, both friends and kins-
men too.

In a costly palace Youth his temples hides

With a new-devised peruke that reaches to his sides ;



32 LAMB'S P08T 1C AL WORKS.

In a wretched workhouse Age's crown is bare,
With a few thin locks just to fence out the cold air.

In peace, as in war, 'tis our young gallants' pride,
To walk, each one i' the streets, with a rapier by his

side,

That none to do them injury may have pretence ;
Wretched Age, in poverty, must brook offence.



HYPOCHONDRIACUS.

BY myself walking,
To myself talking,
When as I ruminate
On my untoward fate,
Scarcely seem I
Alone sufficiently,
Black thoughts continually
Crowding my privacy ;
They come unbidden,
Like foes at a wedding,
Thrusting their faces
In better guests' places,
Peevish and malcontent,
Clownish, impertinent,
Dashing the merriment ;



MISCELLANEOUS. 33

So in like fashions

Dim cogitations

Follow and haunt me,

Striving to daunt me,

In my heart festering,

In my ears whispering,

" Thy friends are treacherous,

Thy foes are dangerous,

Thy dreams ominous."

Fierce Anthropophagi,
Spectra, Diaboli,
What sacred St. Anthony,
Hobgoblins, Lemures,
Dreams of Antipodes,
Night-riding Incubi
Troubling the fantasy,
All dire illusions
Causing confusions ;
Figments heretical,
Scruples fantastical,
Doubts diabolical ;
Abaddon vexeth me,
Mahu perplexeth me,

Lucifer teareth me

Jem / Maria ! liberate nos ab his diris tentationibus
Inimici.



34 LAMB'S POETICAL WORKS.



A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO.

MAY the Babylonish curse

Straight confound my stammering verse,

If I can a passage see

In this word perplexity,

Or a fit expression find,

Or a language to my mind,

(Still the phrase is wide or scant)

To take leave of thee, GREAT PLANT !

Or in any terms relate

Half my love, or half my hate :

For I hate, yet love, thee so,

That, whichever thing I show,

The plain truth will seem to be,

A constrained hyperbole,

And the passion to proceed

More from a mistress than a weed.

Sooty retainer to the vine,
Bacchus' black servant, negro fine ;
Sorcerer, that makest us dote upon
Thy begrimed complexion,
And, for thy pernicious sake,
More and greater oaths to break
Than reclaimed lovers take



MISCELLANEOUS. 35

'Gainst women : thou thy siege dost lay
Much too in the female way,
While thou suckest the labouring breath
Faster than kisses or than death.

Thou in such a cloud dost bind us,


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