天涯在线书库《www.tianyabook.com》 《兰姆诗选》 The Old Familiar Faces I have had playmates, I have had panions, In my days of chi9９ｌib?ldhood, in my joyful school-days; All, all are gohe old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom ies; All, all are gohe old familiar faces. I loved a Love once, fairest among women: Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her; All, all are gohe old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man: Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to mus.99lib.e on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemd a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Fr.99lib.iend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my fathers dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces; How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed;?９9lｉｂ? All, all are gohe old familiar faces. Composed at Midnight From broken visions of perturbed rest I wake, and start, ao sleep again. How total a privation of all sounds, Sight, and familiar objects, man, bird, beast, Herb, tree, or flower, and prodigal light of heaven. Twere some relief to catch the drowsy cry Of the meic wat, or the noise Of revel reeling home from midnight cups. Those are the moanings of the dy.9９lib.ing man, Who lies in the upper chamber; restless moans. And interrupted only by a cough ptive, t the wasted lungs. So in the bitterness of death he lies, And waits in anguish for the ms light. What that do for him, or what restore? Short taste, faint sense, affeg notices, And little images of pleasures past, Of health, and active life--health not yet slain, Nor the race of life, a good name, sold For sins black wages. On his tedious bed He writhes, and turns him from the acg light, And finds no fort in the sun, but says "When night es I shall get a little rest." Some few groans, more, death es, and there an end. Tis darkness and jecture all beyond; Weak Nature fears, though Charity must hope, And Fancy, most litious on such themes Where det reverence will had kept her mute, Hath oer-stockd hell with devils, and brought down, By her enormous fablings and mad lies, Discredit on the gospels serious truths And salutary fears. The man of parts, Poet, or prose declaimer, on his couch Lolling, like one indifferent, fabricates A heave of gold, where he, and such as he, Their heads enpassed with s, their heels With fine wings garlanded, shall tread the stars Beh their feet, heavens pavement, far removed From damned spirits, and the t cries Of men, his brethren, fashiond of the earth, As he was nourishd with the self-same bread, Belike his kindred or panions once-- Through everlasting ages now divorced, In s and savage torments to repent Short years of folly oh. Their groans unheard In heavn, the saint nor pity feels, nor care, For those thus sentenced--pity migh..t disturb The delicate sense and most divine repose Of spirits angelical. Blessed be God, The measure of His judgments is not fixd By mans erroneous standard. He diss No suordinate differend vast Betwixt the sinner and the saint, to doom Such disproportiond fates. pared with Him, No man oh is holy calld: they best Stand in His sight approved, who at His feet Their little s of virtue cast, and yield To Him of His won works the praise, His due?. Hester When maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead, Yet ot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed Aogether. A springy motion in her gait, A ri.sing step, did indicate Of pride and joy no on rate, That flushd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call: if twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied, She did i. Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool; But she was traind in Natures school; Nature had blest her. A waking eye, a prying mind; A heart that stirs, i藏书网s hard to bind; A hawks keen sight ye ot blind; Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet, as heretofore, Some summer m; When from thy che..erful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet forewarning? To a River in Which a Child Was Drowned Smiling river, smiling river, On thy bosom sun-beams play; Though theyre fleeting areating, Thou hast more deceit than they. In they el, in thy el, Choked with ooze and gravlly stones, Deep immersed, and unhearsed, Lies young Edwards corse: his bones. Ever whitening, ever whitening, As thy waves against them dash; What thy torrent, in the current, Swallowd, now it helps to wash. As if senseless, as if senseless Things had feeling in this case;?? What so blindly, and unkindly, It destroyd, it now does grace. Queen Orianas Dream On a bank with roses shaded, Whose sweet st the violets aided, Violets whose breath alone Yields but feeble smell or none (Sweeter bed Jove neer reposed on When his eyes Olympus closed on), While oerhead six slaves did hold opy of cloth ogold, And two more did music keep, Which might Juno lull to sleep, Oriana, who was queen To the mighty Tamerlane, That was lord of all the land Between Thrad Samard, While the nontide fervour beamd, Mused herself to sleep, and dreamd. Thus far, in magnific strain, A young poet soothed his vein, But he had nor prose nor numbers To express a princesss slumbers.-- Yout9９ｌｉｂ.hful Richard had strange fancies, Was deep versed in old romances, Andbbr> could talk whole hours upon The Great Cham and Prester John,-- Tell the field in which the Sophi From the Tartar won a trophy-- What he read with such delight of, Thought he could as easly write of-- But his over-young iion Kept not pace with brave iion twenty suns did rise a, And he could no further get; But, uo proceed, Mad a virtue out of need, And, his labours wiselier deemd of, Did omit what the queen dreamd of. On the Sight of Swans in Kensington Gardens Queen-Brid that sittest on thy shini, And thy young ets without sorrow hatchest, And thou, thoubbr>藏书网 other royal bird, that watchest Lest the white mother wan?９9lｉb.deri molest: Shrined are your offspring in a crystal cradle, Brighter than Helens ere she yet had burst Her shelly prison. They shall be born at first Strong, active, graceful, perfect, swan-like able To tread the land or waters with security. Unlike poor human births, ceived in sin, In grief brought forth, both outwardly and in fessing weakness, error, and impurity. Did heavenly creatures own successions line, The births of heaven like to yours would shine. Work Who first ied work, and bound the free And holyday-rejoig spirit down To the ever-haunting importunity Of business in the green fields, and the town-- To plough, loom, anvil, spade--and oh! most sad To that dry drudgery at the desks dead wood? Who .but the Being u, alien from good, Sabbathless Satan! he who his unglad Task ever pl..ies mid rotatory burnings, That round and round incalculably reel-- For wrath divih ma?9９ｌｉｂ.de him like a wheel-- In that red realm from which are urnings: Where toiling, and turmoiling, ever and aye He, and his thoughts, keep pensive w-day. Leisure They talk of time, and of times galling yoke, That like a millstone on mans mind doth press, Whily works and business redress: Of divine Leisure such foul lies are spoke, Wounding her fair gifts with calumnious stroke. But might I, fed with sileati藏书网on, Assoiled live from that fiend Occupation-- Improbus Labor, which my spirits hath broke-- Id drink of times rich cup, and never surfeit: Fling in more days thao make the gem That d white top of Methusbbr>..alem: Yea on my weak ake, and never forfeit, Like A.９9ｌiｂ?las bearing up the dainty sky, The heave burthen of eternity. Deus Nobis H?c Otia Fecit. Angel Help This rare tablet doth include Poverty with Sanctitude. Past midnight this poor maid hath spun, Ahe work is not half done, Which must supply from earnings st A feeble bed-rid parents want. Her sleep-charged eyes exemption ask And Holy hands take up the task; Uhe rod spindle ply, An?d do her earthly drudgery. Sleep, saintly poor one! sleep, sleep on; And, waking, find they labours done. Perce she knows it by her dreams; Her eye hath caught the golden gleams, Angelic preseestifying, That round her everywhere are flying; Ostents from which she may presume, That much of heaven is in the room. Skirting her own bright hair they run, And to the sunny add more sun: Now on that aged face they fix, Streami藏书网ng from the Crucifix; The flesh-cloggd spirit disabusing, Death-disarming sleeps infusing, Prelibations, foretastes high, And equal thoughts to live or die. Gardener bright from Edens bower, Tend with care that lily flower; To its leaves and root infuse Heavens sunshine, Heavens dews. Tis a type, and tis a pledge, Of a ing privilege. Careful as that lily flower, This Maid must keep her precious dower; Live a sainted? Maid, or die Martyr tinity. On An Infant Dying As Soon as Born I saw where in the shroud did lurk A curious frame of Nature’s work; A floweret crushd in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in her cradle-coffin lying; Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying: So soon to exge the imprisoning womb For darker closets of the tomb! She did but ope an eye, and put A clear beam forth, then straight up shut For the long dark: neer more to see Through glasses of mortality. Riddle of destiny, who show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below? Shall we say that Nature blind Checkd her hand, and ged hmore harmless vanity? She is Going For their elder Sisters hair Martha does a wreath prepare Of bridal rose, ornate and gay: To-morrow is the wedd..ing day. She is bbr>going Mary, you of the three, Laughing idler, full of glee, Arm in arm does fondly chai..n her, Thinking, poor trifler, to detain her-- She is going Vex not, maidens, nret Thus to part with Margaret. Charms like yours ever stay Long within doors: and one day She is going To a Young Friend On Her Twenty-First Birthday e a cheerful goblet, while I pray A blessing on thy years, young Isola; Young, but no more a child. How swift have flown To me thy girlish times, a woman grown Beh my heedless eyes! in vain I rack My fancy to believe the almanac, That speaks thee Twenty-Ohou shouldst have still remaind a child, and at thy sn will Gambold about our .house, as in times past. Ungrateful Emma, to grow up so fast, Hastening to leave thy friends!--for whitent, Fate, be this thy punishment: After some thirty years, spent in such bliss As this earth afford, where still we miss Something of joy entire, mayst thou grow old As we whom thou hast left! That wish was cold. O far med and wriill folks say, Looking upon thee reverend in decay, "This Dame, for length of days, and virtues rare, With her respected Grandsire may pare." Grandchild of that respected Isola, Thou shouldst have had about the>e on this day Kind looks of Parents, to gratulate Their Pride grown up to womans grave estate. But they have died, ahee, to advance Thy fortunes how thou mayst, and owe to ce The friends whiature grudged. And thou wilt find, Or make such, Emma, if I am not blind To thee and thy deservings. That last strain Had too much sorrow in it. fill again Another cbbr>藏书网heerful goblet, while I say "Health, and twice health, to our lost Isola." A Child A childs a plaything for an hour; Its pretty tricks we try For that or for a longer space— T..ire, and lay it by. But I knew ohat to itself All se..asons could trol; That would have mock’d the sense of pain Out of a grievèd soul. Thou straggler into loving arms, Young cli.９9lｉb?mber-up of knees, When I fet thy thousand ways Then life and all shall bbr>cease.天涯在线书库《www.tianyabook.com》