CHARLES LAMB
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 train 'd 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, Yc could not Hester.
My sprightly neighbour 1 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 forewarn ing ?
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��5<?p On an Injant dying as soon as born SAW where in the shroud did lurk A curious frame of Nature's work, A floweret crush'd in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in her cradle-coffin lying; Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying. So soon to exchange the imprisoning womb
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