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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Charles Lloyd: An Unexpected Visitor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alone, obscure, without a friend,<br>A cheerless, solitary thing,<br>Why seeks, my Lloyd, the stranger out?<br>What offering can the stranger bring</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Of social scenes, home-bred delights,<br>That him in aught compensate may<br>For Stowey's pleasant winter nights,<br>For loves and friendships far away?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>In brief oblivion to forego<br>Friends, such as thine, so justly dear,<br>And be awhile with me content<br>To stay, a kindly loiterer, here:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>For this a gleam of random joy<br>Hath flush'd my unaccustom'd cheek;<br>And, with an o'er-charg'd bursting heart,<br>I feel the thanks I cannot speak.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Oh! sweet are all the Muses' lays,<br>And sweet the charm of matin bird;<br>'Twas long since these estranged ears<br>The sweeter voice of friend had heard.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>The voice hath spoke: the pleasant sounds<br>In memory's ear in after time<br>Shall live, to sometimes rouse a tear,<br>And sometimes prompt an honest rhyme.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>For, when the transient charm is fled,<br>And when the little week is o'er,<br>To cheerless, friendless, solitude<br>When I return, as heretofore,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Long, long, within my aching heart<br>The grateful sense shall cherish'd be;<br>I'll think less meanly of myself,<br>That Lloyd will sometimes think on me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a></strong></div>

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