The Old Familiar Faces – Charles Lamb

I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days–
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies–
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I loved a Love once, fairest among women:
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her–
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;
Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,
Earth seem’d a desert I was bound to traverse,
Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,
Why wert not thou born in my father’s dwelling?
So might we talk of the old familiar faces–

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed–
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.


To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of The Popular Errors – Andrew Marvell

Sit further, and make room for thine own fame,
Where just desert enrolles thy honour’d Name
The good Interpreter. Some in this task
Take of the Cypress vail, but leave a mask,
Changing the Latine, but do more obscure
That sence in English which was bright and pure.
So of Translators they are Authors grown,
For ill Translators make the Book their own.
Others do strive with words and forced phrase
To add such lustre, and so many rayes,
That but to make the Vessel shining, they
Much of the precious Metal rub away.
He is Translations thief that addeth more,
As much as he that taketh from the Store
Of the first Author. Here he maketh blots
That mends; and added beauties are but spots.
Caelia whose English doth more richly flow
Then Tagus, purer then dissolved snow,
And sweet as are her lips that speak it, she
Now learns the tongues of France and Italy;
But she is Caelia still: no other grace
But her own smiles commend that lovely face;
Her native beauty’s not Italianated,
Nor her chast mind into the French translated:
Her thoughts are English, though her sparkling wit
With other Language doth them fitly fit.
Translators learn of her: but stay I slide
Down into Error with the Vulgar tide;
Women must not teach here: the Doctor doth
Stint them to Cawdles Almond-milk, and Broth.
Now I reform, and surely so will all
Whose happy Eyes on thy Translation fall,
I see the people hastning to thy Book,
Liking themselves the worse the more they look,
And so disliking, that they nothing see
Now worth the liking, but thy Book and thee.
And (if I Judgement have) I censure right;
For something guides my hand that I must write.
You have Translations statutes best fulfil’d.
That handling neither sully nor would guild

Senec. Traged. Ex Thyeste Chor.2 – Andrew Marvell

Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor.2.
Stet quicunque volet potens
Aulae culmine lubrico &c.

Climb at Court for me that will
Tottering favors Pinacle;
All I seek is to lye still.
Settled in some secret Nest
In calm Leisure let me rest;
And far of the publick Stage
Pass away my silent Age.
Thus when without noise, unknown,
I have liv’d out all my span,
I shall dye, without a groan,
An old honest Country man.
Who expos’d to others Ey’s,
Into his own Heart ne’r pry’s,
Death to him’s a Strange surprise

In The French Translation Of Lucan, By Monsieur De Brebeuf Are These Verses – Andrew Marvell

C’est de luy que nous vient cet Art ingenieux
De peindre la Parole, et deparler aua Yeux;
Et, parles traits divers de figures tracees,
Donner de la couleur et du corps aux pensees.

Clorinda And Damon – Andrew Marvell

Damon come drive thy flocks this way.

No : ’tis too late they went astray.

I have a grassy Scutcheon spy’d,
Where Flora blazons all her pride.
The grass I aim to feast thy Sheep :
The Flow’rs I for thy Temples keep.

Grass withers; and the Flow’rs too fade.

Seize the short Joyes then, ere they vade.
Seest thou that unfrequented Cave ?

That den?

Loves Shrine.

But Virtue’s Grave.

In whose cool bosome we may lye
Safe from the Sun.

Not Heaven’s Eye.

Near this, a Fountaines liquid Bell
Tinkles within the concave Shell.

Might a Soul bath there and be clean,
Or slake its Drought?

What is ‘t you mean?

These once had been enticing things,
Clorinda, Pastures, Caves, and Springs.

And what late change?

The other day
Pan met me.

What did great Pan say?

Words that transcend poor Shepherds skill,
But he ere since my Songs does fill:
And his Name swells my slender Oate.

Sweet must Pan sound in Damons Note.

Clorinda’s voice might make it sweet.

Who would not in Pan’s Praises meet ?

Of Pan the flowry pastures sing,
Caves eccho and the Fountains ring.
Sing then while he doth us inspire;
For all the world is our Pan’s Quire.

A Letter To Doctor Ingelo, Then With My Lord Whitlock, Ambassador From The Protector To The Queen Of Sweden – Andrew Marvell

What are you doing Arctoi most dear deserter, ye heavens, from 
Ingels is, alas, too late to have known only that, Bereft of quickly? 
Is it enough for the skins of the Star is an Irish are a champion, 
who, a moment, however soft, has not been well established for have you been? 
Commanded to the will of men, what is the nature of places, 
of human beings, Or tell me there might be some place? 
Whether serious jarring pole overwhelms everything falling 
Jungitur both Mundas and steep snow? 
Is better dog roam around the campus, 
amuï Agricola & returns orbit work? 
Inhabits, that is to say, more merciful than the rim of terrible intensity they are a nation, 
You Never Know, a watcher, War, full of courage, are just the Forum. 
In fact, are there, and as for the cities, and the lofty Palatine and of Kings, The 
Muses’ of the house, and of their own are temples of God. 
For people to be controlled, Christina confident
The laws can maiden men. 
Just as she draws a rigid metal mighty blasts, 
gandeo to issue an iron will follow. 
Tell me what is lawful for a fallacious to believe Fame, and, 
the lad with as to whether he may not admit more than one, or the sound of loquacious. 
But, if the truths of faith is come, from the rising of a better world, 
Unto the ages of the Christian there is no gain of a match. 
Although she returns (glory of our world) Eliza 
What is, however, how much of Eliza. 
We have seen an Image, mistasque of the Colors of the shadow of the: 
course is, moreover Sceptripotens, so they were also seen by the Goddess of. 
August decorate (rarely agreement) front 
Majesty & Love, Chastity form at the same time. 
Gustav in the mouth of a huge wind blows from the Virgin ‘: 
recognize the feelings, fulmineumque the Father.
He had shone so bright star in the sky; 
She does not blemish the nymph who earned the pole. 
Ah, how often trembling down Conscious Light, 
just as she feared Parrhasis Pray Dee! 
And, pretended they had not the Pictor, the image of the face of the false, 
Delia, is so similar to and he was not even herself. 
If they are, perhaps, that inornantur of Diana of the hair is, 
You are anxious, but whereof we are to be distributed together with a Needle. 
Of course, that is, that no man was ever more respectful of equity; 
Not even the law carries no locks. 
Glory woods are both common to both 
is and constant honor of virginity. 
In this way, too, of the Nymphs, appears above the ranks of the neck, 
And raises his Choros Cynthus by means of Frames, by means of the Snows. 
In like manner, The bow of the contracts formed the letters even more difficult 
with sharp weapons to be subject, however, to the eyes, you would think.
Lights to doubt whether straverit an arrow 
which would be worn by steep hills wild. 
Hercules shoulders covered with skin Nemaea 
Not very unsteady world burden lifted. 
Oh the necks of breast subjoin such. 
Cold, ice, snow. 
The rest I was not allowed to, but I hardly call them their wholes, do not see; 
For Chau if the hard inexorable adamant Bay. 
The artist added, shawl or ceded too much, 
so they need less escapes odd, 
or three forward victorious fight deäbus, 
the price of forms and stripped of its own. 
Juno and Minerva Trophaea advance and bright; 
For Friday prizes to know the soft tire. 
Hence one inquired of the fugitivae, prodigal of its forms, 
Nectimuit, vigilance, the books of the locks.
Insomma the Nymphs, warning him of his followers as often as he 
will not quit, Ah, the color of the rosy cheeks. 
When they awoke the easy way nightingale rest, 
all fell silent forests and wild. 
However, the sharper it continues cares fatigues 
advantage of doctors to undergo written virus. 
The bidder has to learn to control Kingdom 
What is it and what does not recognize whatever happens. 
It offends the Goth in the liberal arts 
, challenge and purifies One of their studies. 
Example responsive to imitate the famed, 
twin baby absorbs Pray sounds. 
With a transposition of Suecis you believe that the lot of the Latins, 
Carmine ROMULEO so it is noisy with all the Grove. 
Is mentioned on equal terms and not in Athens, the ancient Upsala, 
and AEgis & The chariots of Pallas, this man has his own.
Oh, hoped to be allowed to be driven like Liquors, 
When Dee is presiding over the sacred sources? 
There Milk rush there and winding, 
bind their golden touch Sand Salam. 
Upsalides Muse now greater and cones, 
which now whose reputation took a gentle breeze. 
Not any credible believes Christ is their 
secret, two of the most reputable. 
Each one is quite cheaply and the description is the name of the, always, 
is not less sculptures than the chest not sure, does not matter. 
The only virgin feeds the flame, 
and allowed hearts continue to solve the fireplace. 
Christina hallowed at you, his account of the chronicles of the Saints, 
the only daughter of the Virgin of Volsiniensis, nor will be. 
Learn now rule (near Majesty of heaven) 
learn oh great here dressing gods.
Ah, be ashamed to tanita childish to imagine that begin with you, 
will remove those I do not know which, the wealth of the & with bad intent. 
Horse all the while unaware that the British, 
he must know defenseless prey to follow. 
But the German has asked to drive the eagle nest, 
and make the Palatine Hill to drive places. 
You can even tie to the prey, widespread in the Campos, 
Impiaque arctatis and surround yourself Thirty quarters more. 
Victor Oliver bare head stretches arms 
to lead or to follow the noble sadness again. 
What manner of man is now Senior tom of Godfredus to the Castles, 
a thorn in bloom And the dog made a white hair. 
It can solve the burr Christine Finn, 
last blasts of prison bars had a large area. 
Aeolian do like the wind caves, 
and try to have seized mount delays.
This Dee if the sinks in a storm Fortress 
how serious the Austrian Hesperiisque fall 
All things long ago, on his return told things, but He Himself; 
I hope times that are far from returning, it asks for. 
The words of this condition there is a slow dead tired, are tightened by the cold, 
the Suns, and at last, Of a truth materials dissolved in a new form. 
But the strong rays of the winter Queen burns 
And this solves rather than binding on the pole. 
It is sad and he heard our labors, 
strong and free-Nation loved the faith. 
Give an ear of the offering is barbarous, nor to peace and lendeth; 
Nor is it that turns the insidious wiles of the Danes. 
But faithful hastened the change treaty matters 
of freedom that rules loves. 
Solomon also deserve could pay back office, 
and those tall concrete Frankincense cremasset trek.
This is your own, but it is better, has celebrated the Ingels, a banana; 
The work shall be paid lyre. 
We will vain Thames saliceta without a roof, 
and the scattered crowd wander through a barren fields. 
They are tempting responds to complaints Oats: 
Nay, Roger flew faith. 
Mindful of this, however, is not present, dictate with a friend, 
Grataque we hope will be of whatever kind.

The Definition Of Love – Andrew Marvell

My Love is of a birth as rare
As ’tis for object strange and high:
It was begotten by despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone.
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble Hope could ne’r have flown
But vainly flapt its Tinsel Wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended Soul is fixt,
But Fate does Iron wedges drive,
And alwaies crouds it self betwixt.

For Fate with jealous Eye does see.
Two perfect Loves; nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruine be,
And her Tyrannick pow’r depose.

And therefore her Decrees of Steel
Us as the distant Poles have plac’d,
(Though Loves whole World on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embrac’d.

Unless the giddy Heaven fall,
And Earth some new Convulsion tear;
And, us to joyn, the World should all
Be cramp’d into a Planisphere.

As Lines so Loves Oblique may well
Themselves in every Angle greet:
But ours so truly Paralel,
Though infinite can never meet.

Therefore the Love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debarrs,
Is the Conjunction of the Mind,
And Opposition of the Stars.

A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body – Andrew Marvell

O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise
A Soul inslav’d so many wayes?
With bolts of Bones, that fetter’d stands
In Feet ; and manacled in Hands.
Here blinded with an Eye ; and there
Deaf with the drumming of an Ear.
A Soul hung up, as ’twere, in Chains
Of Nerves, and Arteries, and Veins.
Tortur’d, besides each other part,1
In a vain Head, and double Heart.

O who shall me deliver whole,
From bonds of this Tyrannic Soul?
Which, stretcht upright, impales me so,
That mine own Precipice I go;
And warms and moves this needless Frame:
(A Fever could but do the same.)
And, wanting where its spight to try,
Has made me live to let me dye.
A Body that could never rest,
Since this ill Spirit it possest.

What Magic could me thus confine
Within anothers Grief to pine?
Where whatsoever it complain,
I feel, that cannot feel, the pain.
And all my Care its self employes,
That to preserve, which me destroys:
Constrain’d not only to indure
Diseases, but, whats worse, the Cure:
And ready oft the Port to gain,
Am Shipwrackt into Health again.

But Physick yet could never reach
The Maladies Thou me dost teach;
Whom first the Cramp of Hope does Tear:
And then the Palsie Shakes of Fear.
The Pestilence of Love does heat :
Or Hatred’s hidden Ulcer eat.
Joy’s chearful Madness does perplex:
Or Sorrow’s other Madness vex.
Which Knowledge forces me to know;
And Memory will not foregoe.
What but a Soul could have the wit
To build me up for Sin so fit?
So Architects do square and hew,
Green Trees that in the Forest grew.

Bermudas – Andrew Marvell

Where the remote Bermudas ride
In th’ Oceans bosome unespy’d,
From a small Boat, that row’d along,
The listning Winds receiv’d this Song.
What should we do but sing his Praise
That led us through the watry Maze,
Unto an Isle so long unknown,
And yet far kinder than our own?
Where he the huge Sea-Monsters wracks,
That lift the Deep upon their Backs.
He lands us on a grassy stage;
Safe from the Storms, and Prelat’s rage.
He gave us this eternal Spring,
Which here enamells every thing;
And sends the Fowl’s to us in care,
On daily Visits through the Air,
He hangs in shades the Orange bright,
Like golden Lamps in a green Night.
And does in the Pomgranates close,
Jewels more rich than Ormus show’s.
He makes the Figs our mouths to meet;
And throws the Melons at our feet.
But Apples plants of such a price,
No Tree could ever bear them twice.
With Cedars, chosen by his hand,
From Lebanon, he stores the Land.
And makes the hollow Seas, that roar,
Proclaime the Ambergris on shoar.
He cast (of which we rather boast)
The Gospels Pearl upon our coast.
And in these Rocks for us did frame
A Temple, where to sound his Name.
Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt,
Till it arrive at Heavens Vault:
Which thence (perhaps) rebounding, may
Eccho beyond the Mexique Bay.
Thus sung they, in the English boat,
An holy and a chearful Note,
And all the way, to guide their Chime,
With falling Oars they kept the time.

Eyes And Tears – Andrew Marvell

How wisely Nature did decree,
With the same Eyes to weep and see!
That, having view’d the object vain,
They might be ready to complain.

And since the Self-deluding Sight,
In a false Angle takes each hight;
These Tears which better measure all,
Like wat’ry Lines and Plummets fall.

Two Tears, which Sorrow long did weigh
Within the Scales of either Eye,
And then paid out in equal Poise,
Are the true price of all my Joyes.

What in the World most fair appears,
Yea even Laughter, turns to Tears:
And all the Jewels which we prize,
Melt in these Pendants of the Eyes.

I have through every Garden been,
Amongst the Red,the White, the Green;
And yet, from all the flow’rs I saw,
No Hony, but these Tears could draw.

So the all-seeing Sun each day
Distills the World with Chymick Ray;
But finds the Essence only Showers,
Which straight in pity back he powers.

Yet happy they whom Grief doth bless,
That weep the more, and see the less:
And, to preserve their Sight more true,
Bath still their Eyes in their own Dew.

So Magdalen, in Tears more wise
Dissolv’d those captivating Eyes,
Whose liquid Chains could flowing meet
To fetter her Redeemers feet.

Not full sailes hasting loaden home,
Nor the chast Ladies pregnant Womb,
Nor Cynthia Teeming show’s so fair,
As two Eyes swoln with weeping are.

The sparkling Glance that shoots Desire,
Drench’d in these Waves, does lose it fire.
Yea oft the Thund’rer pitty takes
And here the hissing Lightning slakes.

The Incense was to Heaven dear,
Not as a Perfume, but a Tear.
And Stars shew lovely in the Night,
But as they seem the Tears of Light.

Ope then mine Eyes your double Sluice,
And practise so your noblest Use.
For others too can see, or sleep;
But only humane Eyes can weep.

Now like two Clouds dissolving, drop,
And at each Tear in distance stop:
Now like two Fountains trickle down:
Now like two floods o’return and drown.

Thus let your Streams o’reflow your Springs,
Till Eyes and Tears be the same things:
And each the other’s difference bears;
These weeping Eyes, those seeing Tears.

Magdala, lascivos sic quum dimisit Amantes,
Fervidaque in castas lumina solvit aquas;
Haesit in irriguo lachrymarum compede Christus,
Et tenuit sacros uda Catena pedes.