The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb

ver beheld. Her face had the sweetest expression in it-a gentle

ity of a girl-it was not the restrained simper of premature womanhood-it was someth

, melancholy,

y body loved her. Young Allan Clar

l in bright and cur

hangi

ung A

ence pleaded for her whenever she spake-and, if she sa

fectionate as a smiling infant-playful, yet inobtrusive, as a weaned lam

w, where I write, that I feel it a crime not t

nor, through the clouds, who divi

y mind, a moral brightness, a tacit analogy of mental purity; a calm like that we

y deity-Cynthia, Diana, Hecate. Christian Europe invokes thee not by these name

erverse pleasure in distorting the brains of us poor mortals. Lunatics! moonstruck! Calumny invented,

ight the way to the virgin mourner, when she go

er, who walks forth in the placid evening, beneath thy gentle light, to

m descend from thee into my bosom, as I meditat