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				Title:     Going Or Gone [epicedium] 
			    
Author: Charles Lamb [
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(1827)
                      I
            Fine merry franions,
            Wanton companions,
            My days are ev'n banyans
                With thinking upon ye;
            How Death, that last stinger,
            Finis-writer, end-bringer,
            Has laid his chill finger,
                Or is laying on ye.
                      II
            There's rich Kitty Wheatley,
            With footing it featly
            That took me completely,
                She sleeps in the Kirk House;
            And poor Polly Perkin,
            Whose Dad was still firking
            The jolly ale firkin,
                She's gone to the Work-house;
                      III
            Fine Gard'ner, Ben Carter
            (In ten counties no smarter)
            Has ta'en his departure
                For Proserpine's orchards;
            And Lily, postillion,
            With cheeks of vermilion,
            Is one of a million
                That fill up the church-yards;
                      IV
            And, lusty as Dido,
            Fat Clemitson's widow
            Flits now a small shadow
                By Stygian hid ford;
            And good Master Clapton
            Has thirty years nap't on
            The ground he last hap't on,
                Intomb'd by fair Widford;
                      V
            And gallant Tom Dockwra,
            Of nature's finest crockery,
            Now but thin air and mockery,
                Lurks by Avernus,
            Whose honest grasp of hand
            Still, while his life did stand,
            At friend's or foe's command,
                Almost did burn us.
                      VI
            Roger de Coverley
            Not more good man than he;
            Yet has he equally
                Push'd for Cocytus,
            With drivelling Worral,
            And wicked old Dorrell,
            'Gainst whom I've a quarrel,
                Whose end might affright us!--
                      VII
            Kindly hearts have I known;
            Kindly hearts, they are flown;
            Here and there if but one
                Linger yet uneffaced,
            Imbecile tottering elves,
            Soon to be wreck'd on shelves,
            These scarce are half themselves,
                With age and care crazed.
                      VIII
            But this day Fanny Hutton
            Her last dress has put on;
            Her fine lessons forgotten,
                She died, as the dunce died:
            And prim Betsy Chambers,
            Decay'd in her members,
            No longer remembers
                Things, as she once did;
                      IX
            And prudent Miss Wither
            Not in jest now doth _wither_,
            And soon must go--whither
                Nor I well, nor you know;
            And flaunting Miss Waller,
            _That_ soon must befal her,
            Whence none can recal her,
                Though proud once as Juno![1]
[Footnote 1: Here came, in _Album Verses_, 1830, "The Wife's Trial," for which see page 273, where it is placed with Lamb's other plays.]
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Charles Lamb's poem: Going Or Gone [epicedium]
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