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TO CHARLES LLOYD.
AN UNEXPECTED VISITER
BY CHARLES LAMB
ALONE, obscure, without a friend
A cheerless, solitary thing,
What offering can the stranger bring.
That him in ought compensate may For Storvey's pleasant winter nights,
For loves and friendships far away ? In brief oblivion to forego
Friends, such as thine, so justly dear, And be awhile with me content
To stay, a kindly loiterer, here. For this a gleam of random joy
Hath flush'd my unaccustomed cheek ; And with an o'ercharged, bursting heart,
I feel the thanks I cannot speak. Oh! sweet are all the Muses' lays,
And sweet the charm of matin bird; 'Twas long since these estranged ears
The sweeter voice of friend had heard. The voice hath spoke: the pleasant sounds
In memory's ear in after time Shall live, 10 sometimes rouse a tear,
And sometimes prompt an honest rhyme. For, when the transient charm is fled,
And when the little week is o'er, To cheerless, friendless, solitude,
When I return as heretofore, Long, long, within my aching heart
The grateful sense shall cherish'd be; I'll think less meanly of myself,
That Lloyd will sometimes think on me.
CONRADE'S REFUSAL TO ASSASIN.
GULNARE-Gulnare-I never felt till now
GULNARE AND CONRADE.
She gazed in wonder, “ Can he calmly sleep,
He raised his head-and dazzled with the light,
· Pirate! thou know'st me not-but I am one,
band. I come through darkness—and I scarce know
why Yet not to hurt-I would not see thee die. " Corsair ! thy doom is named-but I have power To soothe the Pacha in his weaker hour.
Thee I would spare-nay more-would save theo
now, But this time-hope-nor even thy strength
allow; But all I can, I will : at least, delay The sentence that remits thee scarce a day. More now were ruin-even thyself were loath The vain attempt should bring but doom on both.”
I find a pious gratitude disperse
What can I pay thee for this noble usage,
When gratitude o'erflows the swelling heart,
AN OLD SERVANT'S GRATITUDE.
I HAVE five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I saved under your father, Which I did store to be my foster-nurse, When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown; Take that: and he that doth the ravens feed Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! here is the gold; All this I give you: Let me be your servant ; Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors to my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you ; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities—
Master, go on, and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty, From seventeen years till now almost
urscore Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek, But at fourscore, it is too late a week; Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.