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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLEANLINESS, by CHARLES LAMB Poet's Biography First Line: Come, my little robert, near Last Line: When a little water does it? Alternate Author Name(s): Elia Subject(s): Cleanliness | |||
Come, my little Robert, near -- Fie! what filthy hands are here! Who that e'er could understand The rare structure of a hand, With its branching fingers fine, Work itself of hands divine, Strong, yet delicately knit, For ten thousand uses fit, Overlaid with so clear skin You may see the blood within, And the curious palm, disposed In such lines, some have supposed You may read the fortunes there By the figures that appear -- Who this hand would choose to cover With a crust of dirt all over, Till it looked in hue and shape Like the forefoot of an ape? Man or boy that works or plays In the fields or the highways, May, without offence or hurt, From the soil contract a dirt, Which the next clear spring or river Washes out and out for ever -- But to cherish stains impure, Soil deliberate to endure, On the skin to fix a stain Till it works into the grain, Argues a degenerate mind, Sordid, slothful, ill-inclined, Wanting in that self-respect Which does virtue best protect. All-endearing cleanliness, Virtue next to godliness, Easiest, cheapest, needfull'st duty, To the body, health and beauty; Who that's human would refuse it, When a little water does it? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM HERE TO THERE by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE RODNEY DYING: 3 by JEAN VALENTINE THE GROOMING by PATTIANN ROGERS HOUSECLEANING DAY IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE PERNICKETY WIFE by J. KNOX CHRISTIE WASHER-WOMAN by CONSTANCE CRANE THE SIX-O'CLOCK RUSH by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO by CHARLES LAMB |
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