Charles Lamb

(10 February 1775 – 27 December 1834 / London)

Lines - Poem by Charles Lamb


While young John runs to greet
The greater Infant's feet,
The Mother standing by, with trembling passion
Of devout admiration,
Beholds the engaging mystic play, and pretty adoration;
Nor knows as yet the full event
Of those so low beginnings,
From whence we date our winnings,
But wonders at the intent
Of those new rites, and what that strange child-worship meant.
But at her side
An angel doth abide,
With such a perfect joy
As no dim doubts alloy,
An intuition,
A glory, an amenity,
Passing the dark condition
Of blind humanity,
As if he surely knew
All the blest wonders should ensue,
Or he had lately left the upper sphere,
And had read all the sovran schemes and divine riddles there.

Comments about Lines by Charles Lamb

  • Susan Williams (6/27/2017 2:25:00 PM)

    I enjoyed the textures and respectful threads woven into this. (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (6/27/2017 2:00:00 PM)

    As if he surely knew! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Gerhardus Keen (6/27/2017 12:55:00 PM)

    Excellent description. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Japhet Enebeli (6/27/2017 2:06:00 AM)

    Masterly crafted to make one love the story once more. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (6/27/2017 1:46:00 AM)

    I have never seen a famous painting having been so minutely observed and meticulously described. Amazing poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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