Charles Lamb Poems

I have got a new-born sister;
I was nigh the first that kissed her.
When the nursing woman brought her
To papa, his infant daughter,
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A bird appears a thoughtless thing,
He's ever living on the wing,
And keeps up such a carolling,
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May the Babylonish curse
Straight confound my stammering verse,
If I can a passage see
In this word-perplexity,
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O why your good deeds with such pride do you scan,
And why that self-satisfied smile
At the shilling you gave to the poor working man,
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Come, my little Robert, near-
Fie! what filthy hands are here-
Who that e'er could understand
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Unto a Yorkshire school was sent
A negro youth to learn to write,
And the first day young Juba went
All gazed on him as a rare sight.
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A Creole boy from the West Indies brought,
To be in European learning taught,
Some years before to Westminster he went,
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In a costly palace Youth goes clad in gold;
In a wretched workhouse Age's limbs are cold:
There they sit, the old men by a shivering fire,
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When I the memory repeat
Of the heroic actions great,
Which, in contempt of pain and death,
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'Fie upon't!
All men are false, I think. The date of love
Is out, expired, its stories all grown stale,
O'erpast, forgotten, like an antique tale
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