Charles Lamb Poems

Joy to Philip, he this day
Has his long coats cast away,
And (the childish season gone)
Puts the manly breeches on.
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Roi's wife of Brunswick Oëls!
Roi's wife of Brunswick Oëls!
Wot you how she came to him,
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O hush, my little baby brother;
Sleep, my love, upon my knee.
What though, dear child, we've lost our mother;
That can never trouble thee.
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'Tis pleasant, lolling in our elbow-chair,
Secure at home, to read descriptions rare
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'Tell me, would you rather be
Changed by a fairy to the fine
Young orphan heiress Geraldine,
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Why on your sister do you look,
Octavius, with an eye of scorn,
As scarce her presence you could brook?-
Under one roof you both were born.
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My parents sleep both in one grave;
My only friend's a brother.
The dearest things upon the earth
We are to one another.
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My father's grandfather lives still,
His age is fourscore years and ten;
He looks a monument of time,
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One Sunday eve a grave old man,
Who had not been at church, did say,
'Eliza, tell me, if you can,
What text our Doctor took to-day?'
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Thou too art dead, ---! very kind
Hast thou been to me in my childish days,
Thou best good creature. I have not forgot
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