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For when my deeds on recollection rise, Life, (not by deeds heroic unadorn'd) Cold shuddering shakes my frame-almost Fortunate love-fair fame and my soul's
I feel Repentance,-for I am a man.-A man! All these I have given up in sacrifice And yet unto the scaffold have I brought Nor only held at nought the world's acMy father and his venerable friend ;
claim, And Clara, in her brightest bloom of youth, But even its maledictions too.—Oh, then Mine own dear bride an angel from the May I now hope forgiveness if no more realms
I can resist the torturing fiends of doubt, Of light_unto despair and death devoted. But from this fearful darkness to emerge,
And gain conviction in the realms of light, Nature! I know that I have outrag'd thee- I dare at once to cast this weary load That I have trampled on thy holiest laws, Of life away ! (Hc stabs himself And therefore would'st thou persecute me
The curtain falls.) here, And arm with scourges all thy sons against of this play– Indeed there are pre
We have given but a hasty sketch Thou art the strongest in this earthly sphere. vailing defects in Dr Raupach's style I yield to thee; but henceforth shall no bonds which almost baffle a translator.Exist between us. The immortal soul There is more of inconsistency and Gives back to earth again its earthly frame. inequality in his manner, than we re
collect ever to have met with in any Only three rude stones mark my father's other German author; for which reagrave,
son we had almost resolved to introTo scare the passenger, who hurries on,
duce this article as
“ Horæ RuthMuttering some words of terror and of pray’r. enicæ, No. I.”--for Doctor Raupach, Oh worthy monument of filial love, Such as no son e'er raised unto father!
though a native of Silesia, resides at In future generations, even wilt thou St Petersburgh, and may possibly be Bear witness to my deeds; but, of my grief the founder of a new school in that My sufferings, and torn heart, all will be capital. We are convinced, however, silent !
that our readers will agree with us in There will the parent linger with his child, allowing, that even in the short exAnd tell my fearful story as a warning, How that accursed parricide gave up
tracts which we have given, there are His father to the scaffold—then will pray
passages, here and there, of extraordiTo heaven, “O, be no son again like him?» nary merit. For example, the speech Nay, more, when that which with its pre
(in the first act) of Clara, beginning,
66 What ?_hear I not, in thought, the So horribly affrights us, has become
trumpets blow,” &c. A legendary tale,—to me the curse Will cleave unyielding.—When our city's and that admirable reminiscence of pomp
Rinaldo, after describing his own real And glory have declined, and it will seem sufferings as a visionImpossible to die for such a country,
66 Yet-thank HeavenStill will the tyes of filial love be honour'd And therefore still the curse cleave to
'Twas but a dream !”
In the soliloquy also which commences Yet conscience tells methat I acted rightly, the fourth act, the comparison of the And wilt thou not Almighty Judge ! ac rainbow is introduced in such manner
quit me? It is thy sacred will that man should hold
as to deserve the full praise of originaThe narrow path of rectitude,—nor heed
lity. To conclude,-the subject, in The warring tenets of his fellow men,
itself, is interesting, and will soon be The rights of love, nor reasoning of vain
more generally known, when Lord wisdom
Byron's tragedy (the “ Doge of VeNor even the anguish'd cry of the rent nice") is given to the public.
The aspects of external nature form a “ without money and without price;" never-failing feast to the mind of the silent beneath the cope of a still heaven, poet. In the contemplation of a culti or stirred into a beautiful agitation by vated valley, he feels a calm and tran- its breezes. It is harsh and unfeeling quil delight; and every breeze that to say that many of the objects on waves the ripening grain, awakens in which he lavishes his praise, are worthhis mind a train of delightful associa- less and insignificant--that the grace tions—the industry of man, and the of a youthful figure was made to fall return, which is to render him joyful. away into the decrepitude of old age In the waving of a tree he discovers an that the leaves were destined to fade, image of graceful beauty_in the open- the flowers to wither, and the weeds to ing blossoms of a flower, a picture of be cut down. innocent loveliness in the murmur of On the contrary, it is with feelings
the stream he hears the echo of tran- of grateful delight that we can behold 1 quillity and surveys, in the golden Shakespeare, after he has fathomed,
clouds of sunset, a spectacle of grandeur with a masterly reach, the depths of and magnificence. Amid the mountain- the human soul, dived into the reous solitude, where nought is to be seen cesses of our nature, and laid before us but bleak rocks, precipitous crags, the reflected picture of our thoughts, and savage desolation ; and nought passions, feelings, and affections-open heard save the murmur of the distant his heart to the genial impulses of simtorrent, his associations kindle into su- ple nature; and, as if his soaring spiblimity, and his feelings transport him rit had never accustomed itself to other into the melancholy wastes of imagina- intercourse, luxuriate amid its innotion. The summer heaven, in its se cent beauties, and rifle its sweets with rene and cloudless azure, sinks into his an eloquence like the following, -it is soul an emblem of tranquil repose ; from “ The Winter's Tale." Perdita while the mustering of the autum- says, nal tempest impresses his spirit like a
- Here's flowers for you, dark foreboding, and spreads over his Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram, thoughts the shadows of despondency. The marygold, that goes to bed with the
The associations of a poet are wider than those of any other man, and his feels And with him rises, weeping; these are ings are deeper. He takes an interest
flowers in things that to all other beings are
Of middle summer, and I think they are indifferent; and sees a meaning in the
given silent works of nature, which to all
To men of middle age. Y'are welcome. others “
Camillo. I should leave grazing were I are as a book sealed.”
of your flock, The objects on which a true poet de- And only live by gazing. lights most to expatiate, are those of in
Perdita. But alas ! nocence and beauty ; such as waken You'd be so lean, that blasts of January feelings, which may be indulged with Would blow you thro' and thro'. Now, out regret, and which tend to elevate my fairest friends, our ideas of the lofty destiny of man. I would I had some flowers o' th’ spring, In his communications with the world, in his commerce with society, many Become your time o' day. O, Proserpina, things tend to strike him with cha- For the flowers now, that, frighted, you let
fall grin, and to fret his temper. His thoughts are not as their thoughts, and That come before the swallow dares, and
From Dis's waggon ! Daffodils, the thirst of fame is more congenial to take his ideas than the love of riches; but The winds of March with beauty ; violets in the prospect of a landscape, he per dim, ceives images of beauty and delight of. But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, fering themselves to his unsated gaze, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses VOL. VIIL
That die unmarried, ere they can behold Satirical poetry, we have always conBright Phæbus in his strength, a malady sidered as the very lowest that can lay Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and
any claim to the appellation. It is pleaThe crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower de lis being one.. O, these I lack sing and gratifying to think that Prior,
one of the most admirable satirists that To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend
ever lived, could yet have an eye to the To strew him o'er and o'er."
beauties of nature, so acutely alive, as And Milton, in a poem, which is un
to enable him to pen a description like questionably among the mightiest pro- the following :ductions of the human mind, and which “ I know not why the beech delights the is unrivalled for the long continued su
glade blimity of its elevation; which divulges With boughs extended, and a rounder the secret mysteries of heaven and hell,
shade ; and draws aside the veil of eternity, as While towering firs in conic forms arise, if he were at times unconscious of his And with a pointed spear divide the skies ; own mighty efforts and achievements, Nor why again the changing oak should descends to the simplest images of pas- The yearly honour of his stately head ;
shed toral description, and lavishes the at
Whilst the distinguish'd yew is ever seen, tention he had just bestowed in the des lineation of a celestial messenger, on
Unchanged his branch, and permanent his
green. the portraiture of flowers and shrubs. Wanting the sun, why does the Caltha fade? Witness the bower of Eve.
Why does the cypress flourish in the shade ? “ The roof
The fig and date, why love they to remain Of thickest covert, was inwoven ; shade, In middle station, and an even plain ; Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew While in the lower marsh the gourd is Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side
found ; Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub And while the hill with olive shade is Fenced up the verdant wall ; each beauteous crown'd ? flower,
Why does one climate, and one soil endue Iris all hues, roses and jessamin
The blushing poppy with a crimson hue ; Rear'd high their flourish'd heads between, Yet leave the lily pale, and tinge the violet and wrought
1991, Mosaic; under foot the violet,
Why does the fond carnation love to shoot Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay A various colour from one parent root ;, Broider'd the ground.”
While the fantastic tulip strives to break Nor less exquisite is the following In twofold beauty, and a parted streak ? passage from Lycidas.
Thetwining jassmine, and theblushing rose, " Return, Sicilian muse, With lavish grace their morning scents disAnd call the vales, and bid them hither cast close, Their bells and flow'rets of a thousand hues. The smelling tub'rose and jonquil declare, Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers The stronger impulse of an evening air ?
Whence has the tree (resolve me) or the Of shades, and wanton winds and gushing flower brooks ;
A various instinct, or a different power ? On whose fresh lap the swart-stär sparely Why should one earth, one clime, one looks
stream, one breath, Throw hither all your quaint enamellid Raise this to strength, and sicken that to eyes
death? That on the green turf suck the honied show. Whence does it happen that the plant
which well And purple all the ground with vernal flow. We name the sensitive, should move and ers,
feel ? Bring the rathe primrose, that forsaken dies, Whence know her leaves to answer her The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine,
command, The white pink, and the pansy, freak’d And with quick horror fly the neighbouring with jet,
hand ? The glowing violet,
Along the sunny bank, or watery mead, The musk-rose, and the well-attired wood. Ten thousand stalks their various blossoms bine,
spread. With cowslips wan, that hang the pensive Peaceful and lowly in their native soil, head,
They neither know to spin, nor care to toil; And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Yet with confess'd magnificence deride Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, Our vile attire, and impotence of pride. And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, The cowslip smiles in brighter yellow Tostrew thelaureathearse where Lycid lies.”
Than that which veils the nubile virgin's Copious of flowers the woodbine, pale and breast.
wan, A fairer red stands blushing in the rose, But well compensating her sickly looks Than that which on the bridegreom's vest With never cloying odours, early and late ; ment flows.
Hypericum, all bloom, so thick a swarm Take but the humblest lily of the field ; Of flowers, like flies clothing her slender And if our pride will to our reason yield,
rods, It must, by sure comparison, be shewn That scarce a leaf appears ; mezereon too, That on the regal seat great David's son, Though leafless, well attired, and thick beArray'd in all his robes, and types of power, Shines with less glory, than that simple With blushing wreaths, investing every flower."
Althea with the purple eye; the broom, This may be contrasted with Cow. Yellow and bright, as bullion unalloyed, per's admirable lines on the variety of Her blossoms ; and luxuriant above all, the tint in the foliage of forest trees, in The jasmine—throwing wide her elegant the first book of the Task.
The deep dark green of whose unvarnish'd “ Attractive is the woodland scene,
leaf Diversified with trees of every growth, Makes more conspicuous, and illumines Alike yet various. Here the gray smooth
The bright profusion of her scatter'd stars." Of ash, or lime, or beech, distinctly shine Within the twilight of their distant shades ; We commenced our extracts with an There, lost behind a rising ground, the enumeration of flowers, and shall conwood
clude them by two others of equal vaSeems sunk, and shorten’d to its topmost lue. Earnestly would we rejoice were boughs.
all the writings of Shelley as exquisite No tree in all the grove but has its charms, and innocent as the following lines :Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some, And of a wannish gray ; the willow such “A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And poplar, that with silver lines his leaf, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And ash far-stretching his umbrageous arm; And it open'd its fan-like leaves to the light, Of deeper green the elm ; and deeper still, And closed them beneath the kisses of Lord of the woods, the long-surviving oak. night. Some glossy-leav'd, and shining in the sun, The maple, and the beech of oily nuts And the spring arose on the garden fair, Prolific, and the lime at dewy eve Like the spirit of love felt every where; Diffusing odours ; nor unnoted pass
And each flower and shrub on earth's dark The sycamore, capricious in attire,
breast, Now green, now tawny, and ere autumn yet Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest. Have changed the woods, in scarlet honours bright.”
But none ever trembled and panted with If this assemblage of trees be fine, In the garden, the field, or the wilderness, still finer, we think, is the assemblage Like a doe in the noontide with love's of flowering shrubs, which he has col.
sveet want, lected and contrasted together; so dis- As the companionless sensitive plant. tinctly and admirably are they painted, that the diversified hues and odours of The snow-drop, and then the violet, each, are as if present to the senses.
Arose from the ground with warm rain wet,
And their breath was mix'd with fresh odour, Laburnum, rich
sent In streaming gold ; Syringa ivory pure; From the turf, like the voice and the instru, The scented and the scentless rose; this
red, And of an humbler growth ; the other tall, Then the pied wind-flowers, and the tulip And throwing up into the darkest gloom
tall, Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, And Narcissi, the fairest among them all, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's reThat the wind severs from the broken wave;
cess, The lilac, various in array, now white, Till they die of their own dear loveliness. Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now
And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, With purple spikes pyramidal, as if Whom youth makes so fair, and passion so Studious of ornament, yet unresolved
pale, Which hue she most approved, she chose That the light of its tremulous bells is seen them all.
Thro' their pavilions of tender green.
And the hyacinth purple, white and blue, And winding through the verdant vale,
Their living obelisks.
And broad-leaved plane-trees in long colonAnd the rose, like a nymph to the bath ad
O'erarched delightful walks, Which unveil'd the depth of her glowing Where round their trunks the thousandbreast,
tendril'd vine Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air Wound up, and hung the boughs with The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.
And clusters not their own. And the wand-like lily, which lifted up,
Wearied with endless beauty did his eyes As a Menad, its moonlight-colour'd cup, Return for rest? Beside him teems the Till the fiery star, which is its eye,
earth Gazed throclear dew on the tender sky. With tulips, liketheruddy evening streak'd;
And here the lily hangs her head of snow; And the jessamine faint, and sweet tube And here, amid her sable cup, rose,
Shines the red eye-spot, like one brightest The sweetest flower, for scent, that blows;
star, And all rare blossoms from every clime The solitary twinkler of the night ; Grew in that garden, in perfect prime.”
And here the rose expands
Her paradise of leaves. Of all contemporary authors, we do not know any one who has painted the And oh! what odours the voluptuous vale aspects of nature with a more faithful Scatters from jasmine bowers, and felicitous pencil than Southey. In From yon rose wilderness, this respect, his works abound with pas- From cluster'd Henna, and from orange sages, whose merit is above all praise.
groves, His forests wave, and his waters gleam That with such perfumes fill'd the breeze, before us. We almost hear the rus.
As Peris to their sister bear, tling of the leaves, and the murmuring She hangs
, encaged, the captive of the Rives.
When from the summit of some lofty tree, of the stream. His delineation of obe
They from their pinions shake jects renders them all but palpable.
The sweetness of celestial flowers, We perceive their colour, and form, And, as her enemịes impure, and consistence, so exactly and dis- From that impervious poison" far away tinctly, we almost imagine we could Fly groaning with the torment, she the while touch them. As a man of imagination Inhales her fragrant food. and genius, he has few equals ; though Such odours flow'd upon the world, his fights are, perhaps, less original When at Mahommed's nuptials, word than the re-casting of other thoughts
Went forth in heaven, to roll in the mould of a powerful will. In The everlasting gate of Paradise Thalaba, he leads us from the burning Back on its living hinges, that its gales sands of the desert, to the regions of Might visit all below; the general bliss
Thrill'd eternal frost; and after alludiig to
every bosom; and the family
Of man, for once, partook one general joy." - The beautiful fields Of England, where amid the growing grass We heartily commiserate the man The blue-bell bends, the golden king-cup whose heart is not alive to the beauties shines,
of external nature; and in whom the In the merry month of May,"
alternation of day and night, and the We find him equally at home in the vicissitude of the seasons, awaken no description of the luxurious beauty of feeling of delight and admiration. Asan Asiatic garden.
suredly to such a one, the key to a “ Where'er his eye could reach, mighty volume of exquisite pleasure is
Fair structurés rainbow-hued arose ; And rich pavilions thro' the opening woods the most dignified trains of human as
a-wanting. Assuredly to him some of Gleam'd from their wavy curtains sunny gold;
sociation are as “ a book sealed."