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Frederick Locker Lampson
Frederick Locker-Lampson (1821-1895) was an English man of letters and poet. He was born at Greenwich Hospital. His father, who was Civil Commissioner of the Hospital, was Edward Hawke Locker, youngest son of the Captain William Locker who gave Nelson the memorable advice "to lay a Frenchman close, and beat him." His mother, Eleanor Mary Elizabeth Boucher, was a daughter of the Rev. Jonathan Boucher, vicar of Epsom and friend of George Washington. After a desultory education, Frederick Locker began life in a colonial broker's office. Soon he obtained a clerkship in Somerset House, whence he was transferred to Lord Haddington's private office at the Admiralty. Here he became deputy-reader and precis writer. In 1850 he married Lady Charlotte Bruce, daughter of the Lord Elgin who brought the famous marbles to England, and sister of Lady Augusta Stanley. After his marriage he left the Civil Service, in consequence of ill-health. In 1857 he published London Lyrics, a slender volume of 90 pages, which, with subsequent extensions, constitutes his poetical legacy. Lyra Elegantiarum (1867), an anthology of light and familiar verse, and Patchwork (1879), a book of extracts, were his only other publications.

the owl
Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;
Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof
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written for my son, and spoken by him at his first putting on breeches
WHAT is it our mamma's bewitches,
To plague us little boys with breeches ?
To tyrant Custo... [read poem]
written for my son, and spoken by him in school, upon his master's first bringing in a rod
OUR master, in a fatal hour,
Brought in this Rod, to shew his pow'r.
O dreadful birch ! O ... [read poem]
no one so much as you
No one so much as you
Loves this my clay,
Or would lament as you
Its dying day.
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our photographs
She play'd me false, but that's not why
I haven't quite forgiven Di,
Although I've tri... [read poem]
Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train dre... [read poem]
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