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If from my lips some angry accents fell,
THE FAMILY NAME.
What reason first imposed thee, gentle name, Name that my father bore, and his sire's
sire, Without reproach? we trace our stream
higher; And I, a childless man, may end the same. Perchance some shepherd on Lincolnian plains, In manners guileless as his own sweet flocks, Received thee first amid the inerry mocks And arch allusions of his fellow swains. Perchance from Salem's holier fields returned, With glory gotten on the heads abhorr'd Of faithless Saracens, some martial lord Took his meek title, in whose zeal he burn'd. Whate'er the fount whence thy beginnings came, No deed of mine shall shame thee, gentle name,
TO JOHN LAMB, Esq.
OF THE SOUTH-SEA-HOUSE.
JOHN, you were figuring in the gay career
appear Betwixt our ages, which then seemed so great And still by rightful custom you retain Much of the old authoritative strain, And keep the elder brother up in state. O! you
do well in this. "Tis man's worst
deed To let the “
things that have been” run to waste, And in the unmeaning present sink the past: In whose dim glass even now I faintly read Old buried forms, and faces long ago, Which you, and I, and one more, only know.
O! I could laugh to hear the midnight wind, That, rushing on its way with careless sweep, Scatters the ocean waves.
And I could weep Like to a child. For now to my raised mind On wings of winds comes wild-eyed Phantasy, And her rude visions give severe delight. O winged bark! how swift along the night Pass'd thy proud keel ! nor shall I let go by Lightly of that drear hour the memory, When wet and chilly on thy deck I stood, Unbonnetted, and gazed upon the flood, Even till it seemed a pleasant thing to die,To be resolv'd into th' elemental wave, Or take my portion with the winds that rave.
We were two pretty babes, the youngest she,