As When A Child...

Rating: 2.7

As when a child on some long winter's night
Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees
With eager wond'ring and perturbed delight
Listens strange tales of fearful dark decrees
Muttered to wretch by necromantic spell;
Or of those hags, who at the witching time
Of murky midnight ride the air sublime,
And mingle foul embrace with fiends of Hell:
Cold Horror drinks its blood! Anon the tear
More gentle starts, to hear the Beldame tell
Of pretty babes, that loved each other dear,
Murdered by cruel Uncle's mandate fell:
Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart,
Ev'n so thou, Siddons! meltest my sad heart!

Adrian Flett 13 December 2018

Well described the childish delight in horror of such tales.

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Ramesh T A 13 December 2018

Cold climate story of winter is an art surely if we read the poem by Charles Lamb!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 13 December 2018

Such a great write by Charles Lamb..........................

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M Asim Nehal 13 December 2018

Superb poem, chilling night and stories they both go ? in hand

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 December 2018

Meltest my sad heart! Thanks for sharing.

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A nice poem on childhood feelings

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Christina Chin 13 December 2018

Nice write, Charles Lamb

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Prabir Gayen 13 December 2018

Necromancer per excellence....Charles Lamb..

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