The poetical works of Charles Lamb A new edition |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
WRITTEN AT CAMBRIDGE. |
The poetical works of Charles Lamb | ||
193
WRITTEN AT CAMBRIDGE.
I was not train'd in Academic bowers,And to those learned streams I nothing owe
Which copious from those twin fair founts do flow;
Mine have been any thing but studious hours.
Yet can I fancy, wandering 'mid thy towers,
Myself a nursling, Granta, of thy lap;
My brow seems tightening with the Doctor's cap,
And I walk gowned; feel unusual powers.
Strange forms of logic clothe my admiring speech,
Old Ramus' ghost is busy at my brain;
And my skull teems with notions infinite.
Be still, ye reeds of Camus, while I teach
Truths, which transcend the searching Schoolmen's vein,
And half had stagger'd that stout Stagirite!
The poetical works of Charles Lamb | ||