I would not that my memory all should die,
And pass away with every common lot:
I would not that my humble dust should lie
In quite a strange and unfrequented spot,
By all unheeded and by all forgot,
With nothing save the heedless winds to sigh,
And nothing but the dewy morn to weep
About my grave, far hid from the world's eye:
I fain would have some friend to wander nigh
And find a path to where my ashes sleep--
Not the cold heart that merely passes by,
To read who lies beneath, but such as keep
Past memories warm with deeds of other years,
And pay to friendship some few friendly tears.
Tibbles II 106
John Clare and Charles Lamb
John Clare, the
Northamptonshire "stage peasant in
grass-green coat and yellow waistcoat," with whom Lamb walked arm in arm
along the Strand, discussing the "Clare-obscurities " of his poetry,
and followed by troops of boys, shouting, " There go Tom and Jerry,"*
who was lionized by the Mrs. Leo Hunters** of that day when he was not shut out
by their footmen.
From ‘Charles Lamb and his biographers’ (1867)
*
Characters in Pierce Egan’s 19th century bestseller ‘Life in
London’ in which Tom and Jerry’s ‘rambles and sprees through the Metropolis’
offers readers a unique glimpse into both high and low urban culture.
** A character in ‘Pickwick
Papers’ (1852) : "Mrs. Leo
Hunter—is proud to number among her acquaintance all those who have rendered
themselves celebrated by their works and talents. Permit me, sir, to place in a
conspicuous part of the list the name of Mr. Pickwick, and his brother–members
of the club that derives its name from him.’ … She dotes on poetry, sir. She
adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined
with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have
met with her “Ode to an Expiring Frog,” sir.’ "
To an early butterfly
Thrice welcome here again thou fluttering thing
That gaily seeks about the opening flower
& opes & shuts thy gaudy spangld wing
Upon its bosom in the sunny hour
Fond gratefull thoughts from thy appearance spring
To see thee flye warms me once more to sing
That universal care who [h]apt thee down
& did thy winter dwelling please to give
That beings smiles on me dampt winters frown
& snatchd me from the storm & bid me live
& now agen the welcome seasons come
Tis thine & mine in natures gratful pride
To thank that good who snatchd us from the tomb
& stood our prop when all gave way beside
Village Minstrel II 206
EP II 386
That gaily seeks about the opening flower
& opes & shuts thy gaudy spangld wing
Upon its bosom in the sunny hour
Fond gratefull thoughts from thy appearance spring
To see thee flye warms me once more to sing
That universal care who [h]apt thee down
& did thy winter dwelling please to give
That beings smiles on me dampt winters frown
& snatchd me from the storm & bid me live
& now agen the welcome seasons come
Tis thine & mine in natures gratful pride
To thank that good who snatchd us from the tomb
& stood our prop when all gave way beside
Village Minstrel II 206
EP II 386
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