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CHARLES LAMB: A PREFATORY MEMOIR. Dedication to Samuel Taylor Coleridge
PAGE XXIV. An album is a banquet : from the store
41 xxv. Lady unknown, who cravest from me unknown
42 xxvi. In Christian world Mary the garland wears
42 MISCELLANEOUS PoemsPreliminary Motto
43 The Grandame
44 The Sabbath Bells
44 Fancy Einployed on Divine sub
PAGE EARLIEST AND LATER SONNETS. 1. Was it some sweet device of Faöry
33 11. Methinks how dainty sweet it were, reclined
33 111. As when a child on some long winter's night.
34 iv. O, I could laugh to hear the midnight wind
34 v. When last I roved these wind.
ing wood-walks green, 34 VI. A timid grace sits trembling in
35 VII. If from my lips some angry accents fell
35 vii. We were two pretty babes, the youngest she
35 ix. By Enfield lanes, and Winch
more's verdant hill.
37 xi. Rare artist! who with half thy tools, or none..
37 xiv. Let hate, or
bound the free
39 XVIII. Suck, baby, suck, mother's
love grows by giving .
39 xx. What reason first imposed thee, gentle name
40 xxi. John, you were figuring in the gay career
40 XXII. O lift with reverent hand that tarnish'd flower
40 xxi. A passing glance was all i caught of thee
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To Charles Lloyd
A Ballad-Rich and Poor.
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VINCENT BOURNE-continued :
Part the First
To the Editor of the “ Every-Day
THR ADVENTURES OF ULYSSES
The Defeat of Time.
A Recantation : 'Thoughts on
Presents of Game, &c.
Portrait of Charles Lamb by Henry Meyer
“ In Christian world Mary the garland wears
I'll cock my hat and draw my sword”.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
(The following dedicatory epistle was prefixed to the first collected edition of Charles Lamb's Works, published in two volumes octavo by Charles and J. Ollier, in 1818-not a word of Elia being then written. The asterisks refer to the sign of "The Salutation and Cat," at No. 17, Newgate Street, an old-fashioned tavern, in the wainscoted parlour of which Coleridge and Lamb used often to meet of nights during the former's occasional visits to London while he was yet a student at Cambridge.]
MY DEAR COLERIDGE,— You will smile to see the slender labours of your friend designated by the title of Works: but such was the wish of the gentlemen who have kindly undertaken the trouble of collecting them, and from their judgment could be no appeal.
It would be a kind of disloyalty to offer to any one but yourself a volume containing the early pieces, which were first published among your poems, and were fairly derivatives from you and them. My friend Lloyd and myself came into our first battle (authorship is a sort of warfare) under cover of the greater Ajax. How this association, which shall always be a dear and proud recollection to me, came to be broken, --who snapped the threefold cord, -- whether yourself (but I know that was not the case) grew ashamed of your former companions,
; -or whether (which is by much the more probable) some ungracious bookseller was author of the separation, -I cannot tell;— but wanting the support of your friendly elm (I speak for myself), my vine has, since that time, put forth few or no fruits; the sap (if ever it had any) has become, in a manner, dried up and extinct : and you will find your old associate, in his second volume, dwindled into prose and criticism.
Am I right in assuming this as the cause? or is it that, as years come upon us (except with some more healthy-happy spirits), life itself loses much of its poetry for us? we transcribe but what we read in the great volume of Nature ; and, as the characters grow dim, we turn off, and look another way. self write no Christabels, nor Ancient Mariners, now.
Some of the Sonnets, which shall be carelessly turned over by the general reader, may happily awaken in you remembrances, which I should be sorry should be ever totally extinct-the memory
Of summer days and, of delightful years—