| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| Charles Lamb |
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| THOUGH our great love a little wrong his fame, | |
| And seeing him with such familiar eyes | |
| We say “how kind” more often than “how wise,” | |
| Such is the simple reverence he would claim; | |
| He would not have us call him by a name | 5 |
| Higher than that of friend,—yet by this grave | |
| We feel the saint not pure, nor hero brave, | |
| And all the martyr’s patience put to shame. | |
| Brother, we leave thee by thy sister’s side; | |
| Whom such a love bound let not death divide; | 10 |
| She is at peace, now, brother, thou canst rest; | |
| Thy long sad guardianship of love is o’er, | |
| And gentle Shakespeare on the dead men’s shore | |
| Salutes thy gentle ghost that praised him best. | |
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