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Poetry for Children

By Charles and Mary Lamb: To which are added Prince Dorus and some uncollected poems by Charles Lamb: Edited, prefaced and annotated by Richard Herne Shepherd

Lamb, Charles (1775-1834)

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POETRY FOR CHILDREN.

THE REAPER'S CHILD.

CHOOSING A NAME.

CRUMBS TO THE BIRDS.

THE ROOK AND THE SPARROWS.

DISCONTENT AND QUARRELLING.

REPENTANCE AND RECONCILIATION.

NEATNESS IN APPAREL.

THE NEW-BORN INFANT.

MOTES IN THE SUNBEAMS.

THE BOY AND SNAKE.

THE FIRST TOOTH.

THE FIRST OF APRIL.

THE LAME BROTHER.

GOING INTO BREECHES.

THE END OF MAY.

FEIGNED COURAGE.

THE BROKEN DOLL.

THE DUTY OF A BROTHER.

WASPS IN A GARDEN.

THE MIMIC HARLEQUIN.

WRITTEN IN THE FIRST LEAF OF A CHILD'S MEMORANDUM-BOOK.

THE JOURNEY FROM SCHOOL AND TO SCHOOL.

THE YOUNG LETTER WRITER.

THE THREE FRIENDS.

ON THE LORD'S PRAYER.

“SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN, AND FORBID THEM NOT, TO COME UNTO ME.”

THE MAGPIE'S NEST, OR A LESSON OF DOCILITY.

THE BOY AND THE SKYLARK.

THE MEN AND WOMEN, AND THE MONKEYS.

LOVE, DEATH, AND REPUTATION.

THE SPARROW AND THE HEN.

WHICH IS THE FAVOURITE?

THE BEGGAR-MAN.

CHOOSING A PROFESSION.

PARENTAL RECOLLECTIONS.

THE SISTER'S EXPOSTULATION ON THE BROTHER'S LEARNING LATIN.

THE BROTHER'S REPLY.

MODERATION IN DIET.

INCORRECT SPEAKING.

THE BEASTS IN THE TOWER.

THOUGHTLESS CRUELTY.

THE FORCE OF HABIT.

CLOCK STRIKING.

WHY NOT DO IT, SIR, TO-DAY?

THE COFFEE SLIPS.

TO A YOUNG LADY, ON BEING TOO FOND OF MUSIC.

TIME SPENT IN DRESS.

CONQUEST OF PREJUDICE.

THE GREAT GRANDFATHER.

THE SPARTAN BOY.

ON A PICTURE OF THE FINDING OF MOSES BY PHARAOH'S DAUGHTER.

DAVID IN THE CAVE OF ADULLAM.

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS,

ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE IN MISS WESTWOOD'S ALBUM.

LINES ADDRESSED TO LIEUT. R. W. H. HARDY, R.N.,

THE FIRST LEAF OF SPRING.

PROLOGUE TO FAULKENER:

TO THE POET COWPER, ON HIS RECOVERY FROM AN INDISPOSITION.

LINES ADDRESSED FROM LONDON, TO SARA AND S. T. C. AT BRISTOL,

SONNET TO A FRIEND.

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And fair to sight is she—and still
Each day doth sightlier grow,
Upon the ruins of the Ape,
My ancient playfellow!