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Poetry for Children, by C. and M. Lamb. to Which Are Added Prince Dorus and Some Uncollected Poems by C. Lamb. Ed. by R.h. Shepherd
Poetry for Children by C and M Lamb to Which Are Added Prince Dorus and Some Uncollected Poems by C Lamb Ed by Rh Shepherd Author:Charles Lamb General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1878 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: LINES ADDRESSED TO LIEUT. R. W. H. HARDY, R. N., ON THE PERUSAL OF HIS VOLUME OF TRAVELS IN THE INTERIOR OF MEXICO. 'Tis pleasant, lolling in our elbow-chair, Secure at home, to read descriptions rare Of venturous traveller in savage climes; His hair-breadth 'scapes, toil, hunger -- and sometimes The merrier passages that, like a foil To set off perils past, sweetened that toil, And took the edge from danger; and I look With such fear-mingled pleasure through thy book, Adventurous Hardy ! Thou a diver art, But of no common form; and, for thy part Of the adventure, hast brought home to the nation Pearls of discovery -- -jewels of observation. Enfield, January, 1830. Captain Hardy practised this art with considerable success. THE FIRST LEAF OF SPRING. WRITTEN ON THE FIRST LEAF OF A LADY'S ALBUM. Thou fragile, filmy, gossamery thing, First leaf of spring ! At every lightest breath that quakest, And with a zephyr shakest; Scarce stout enough to hold thy slender form together In calmest halcyon weather : Next sister to the web that spiders weave, Poor flutterers to deceive Into their treacherous silken bed : O ! how art thou sustained, how nourished ! All trivial as thou art, Without dispute, Thou play'st a mighty part ; And art the herald to a throng Of buds, blooms, fruit, That shall thy cracking branches sway, While birds on every spray Shall pay the copious fruitage with a sylvan song. So 'tis with thee, whoe'er on thee shall look, First leaf of this beginning modest book. Slender thou art, God knowest, And little grace bestowest, But in thy train shall fol...« less