William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
In My Own AlbumCharles Lamb (17751834)
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A young probationer of light,
Thou wert my soul, an Album bright,—
And friend and foe, in foul or fair,
Have ‘written strange defeatures’ there;
Like that fierce writing on the wall,
Hath stamp’d sad dates—he can’t recall;
Like speckled snake that strays and shines—
Betrays his path by crooked lines;
And good resolves, a moment hot,
Fairly began—but finish’d not;
Like Hebrew lore, a backward pace—
Her irrecoverable race.
Huge reams of folly, shreds of wit;
Compose the mingled mass of it.
Upon this ink-blurred thing to look—
Go, shut the leaves, and clasp the book.