The book of gemsThe modern poets and artists of Great Britain . agina-tion, suffering, and much thought. His wit was in his eye, luminous, quick, and rest-less. The smile that played about his mouth was ever cordial and Hunt has happily characterized both his person and his mind;— as his frameso is his genius. It is as fit for thought as can be, and equally as unfit for action. The Poetical productions of Charles Lamb are very limited; but they are sufficientboth in quantity and quality to secure for him a prominent station among the Poetsof Great Britain. He did not consid
The book of gemsThe modern poets and artists of Great Britain . agina-tion, suffering, and much thought. His wit was in his eye, luminous, quick, and rest-less. The smile that played about his mouth was ever cordial and Hunt has happily characterized both his person and his mind;— as his frameso is his genius. It is as fit for thought as can be, and equally as unfit for action. The Poetical productions of Charles Lamb are very limited; but they are sufficientboth in quantity and quality to secure for him a prominent station among the Poetsof Great Britain. He did not consider it beneath him to scribble Album verses;but his judgment in publishing them has been arraigned. If among them we find afew puerilities, and numerous affectations, it will not require a very close search toperceive many graceful and beautiful flowers lurking under leaves which are certainlyuninviting. He loved to trifle, both in verse and prose ; yet his trifling was that of aphilosopher,—desiring to unbend, but retaining a consciousness of power. ->. LAMB. THE GIPSYS MALISON. Suck, baby, suck, mothers love grows by giving. Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting ;Black manhood comes, when riotous guilty living Hands thee the cup that shall be death in , baby, kiss, mothers lips shine by kisses. Choke the warm breath that else would fall in blessings ;Black manhood comes, when turbulent guilty blisses Tend thee the kiss that poisons mid caressings. 74 When maidens such as Hester die,Their place ye may not well ye among a thousand vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been cannot I by force be ledTo think upon the wormy her together. A springy motion in her gait,A rising step, did indicateOf pride and joy no common flushd her spirit. I know not by what name besideI shall it call :—if twas not was a joy to that did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker doth the hum
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