“Barry Cornwall” — And Some of His Friends
“All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.”
CHARLES LAMB.
“Old Acquaintance, shall the nights
You and I once talked together,
Be forgot like common things?”
“His thoughts half hid in golden dreams,
Which make thrice fair the songs and streams
Of Air and Earth.”
“Song should breathe of scents and flowers;
Song should like a river flow;
Song should bring back scenes and hours
That we loved,—ah, long ago!”
BARRY CORNWALL.