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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
whyYet 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
When gratitude o'erflows the swelling heart,
AN OLD SERVANT'S GRATITUDE.
I HAVE five hundred crowns,
Master, go on, and I will follow thee,