The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 5 - The Letters of Charles and Mary Lamb by Charles Lamb;Mary Lamb
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The lines on Friday are very pleasing--"Yet calls itself in pride of
Infancy woman or man," &c., "affection's tottering troop"--are prominent beauties. Another time, when my mind were more at ease, I could be more particular in my remarks, and I would postpone them now, only I want some diversion of mind. The _Melancholy Man_ is a charming piece of poetry, only the "whys" (with submission) are too many. Yet the questions are too good to be any of 'em omitted. For those lines of yours, page 18, omitted in magazine, I think the 3 first better retain'd--the 3 last, which are somewhat simple in the most affronting sense of the word, better omitted: to this my taste directs me--I have no claim to prescribe to you. "Their slothful loves and dainty sympathies" is an exquisite line, but you knew _that_ when you wrote 'em, and I trifle in pointing such out. Tis altogether the sweetest thing to me you ever wrote--tis all honey. "No wish profaned my overwhelmed heart, Blest hour, it was a Luxury to be"--I recognise feelings, which I may taste again, if tranquility has not taken his flight for ever, and I will not believe but I shall be happy, very happy again. The next poem to your friend is very beautiful: need I instance the pretty fancy of "the rock's collected tears"--or that original line "pour'd all its healthful greenness on the soul"?--let it be, since you asked me, "as neighbouring fountains each reflect the whole"--tho' that is somewhat harsh; indeed the ending is not so finish'd as the rest, which if you omit in your forthcoming edition, you will do the volume wrong, and the very binding will cry out. Neither shall you omit the 2 following poems. "The hour when we shall meet again," is fine fancy, tis true, but fancy catering in the Service of the feeling--fetching from her stores most splendid banquets to satisfy her. Do not, do not omit it. Your sonnet to the _River Otter_ excludes those equally beautiful lines, which deserve not to be lost, "as the tired savage," &c., and I prefer that copy in your _Watchman_. I plead for its preference. |
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