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Title: To Dora W[ordsworth]
Author: Charles Lamb [
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_On Being Asked by Her Father to Write in Her Album_
An Album is a Banquet: from the store,
In his intelligential Orchard growing,
Your Sire might heap your board to overflowing;
One shaking of the Tree--'twould ask no more
To set a Salad forth, more rich than that
Which Evelyn[1] in his princely cookery fancied:
Or that more rare, by Eve's neat hands enhanced,
Where, a pleased guest, the angelic Virtue sat.
But like the all-grasping Founder of the Feast,
Whom Nathan to the sinning king did tax,
From his less wealthy neighbours he exacts;
Spares his own flocks, and takes the poor man's beast.
Obedient to his bidding, lo, I am,
A zealous, meek, _contributory_
LAMB.
[Footnote 1: Acetaria, a Discourse of Sallets, by J.E., 1706.]
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Charles Lamb's poem: To Dora W[ordsworth]
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