of nature, and an ingenious imitat remarked, that "naturally eloqu and accurate similitudes are fami ignorance." Hospitable, generous, human possessing, in short, every natura the venerable Palafox, bishop of life, for the arts and sciences, an ciety in general, by serving the ‹ a good education; and, if it be character to the man, what ho; fine and amiable a being! Unde the South American will imit him, he will love his country a will prefer to wealth, the pub` tice, labour, and order will be ready to the other. The different products and ments where they are raise are shipped, their value exc neral kingdom, thirty-four mal: all this, together with of Spanish America, are No. 1. It is probable, that 1a greater degree of ent! stance, at least, can be The passage is take "The Blazon of Genti his "Compleat Gentle and runs thus "Christ was a gentle ther, (as I have read,): glorye of this worlde ( not) have borne coat-ar. telleth me) were gentle. ed from that worthy co: the tract of time, and per kindred, and they were co In the same hook of Semirara 179 POETRY. hou walk'st the dizzy verge with steps unstaid, Like them, thou fallest uever more to rise! Canto II. What art thou, Love? or who may thee define? And crop the flower where lurks the deadly bane! Thou art the genial balm of virtuous youth, And point'st where Honour waves her wreath on high; Thou breath'st upon the soul, where embryos lie So dear delights as thine, thou habitant of heaven! Wo that thy regal sway, so framed to please, Or that the blistering phrase of babbler foul Veil'd from all heaven and earth, save silent Fancy's eye! Oh I will worship even before thy bust, When my dimm'd eye no more thy smile can see! Still beat in unison with hope and thee! And o'er the fall of beauty's early prime! When moon and stars have ceased their range sublime, Canto III. ON THE SPANISH CHARACTER [From Southey's Poet's Pilgrimage.] Strange race of haughty heart and stubborn will, The invet'rate stamp of servitude they bear. But them nor foe can force, nor friend persuade; As though of human mould they were not made, Where are those Minas after that career From her Athenian orator of old Greece never listened to sublimer strain Than that, with which, for truth and freedom bold, What meed is his let Ferdinand declare- For this hath England borne so brave a part! Is it for this so many an English heart Lies mingled with the insensate soil of Spain! Is this the issue, this the happy birth In those long throes and that strong agony brought forth! From Mador of the Moor, a poem, by James Hogg, author of the Queen's Wake, Pilgrims of the Sun, & The rainbow's lovely in the eastern cloud; And sweet the orient blushes of the morn; Oh fragile flower! that blossoms but to fade! Thou walk'st the dizzy verge with steps unstaid, Like them, thou fallest never more to rise! Canto II. What art thou, Love? or who may thee define? And crop the flower where lurks the deadly bane! Child of the rosy cheek, and heaving snow-white breast! Thou art the genial balm of virtuous youth, And point'st where Honour waves her wreath on high; So dear delights as thine, thou habitant of heaven! Wo that thy regal sway, so framed to please, Or that the blistering phrase of babbler foul Ob 1 will worship even before thy bust, When my dimm'd eye no more thy smile can see! While this deserted bosom beats, it must Still beat in unison with hope and thee! For I have wept o'er perish'd ecstacy, And o'er the fall of beauty's early prime! But I will dream of new delights to be, When moon and stars have ceased their range sublime, Canto III. [From Ackermann's Repository.] OH FARE THEE WELL This Poem is attributed to Lady Byron. On fare thee well! and must the sigh Then be it so, but still the heart For ever, Oh! concealed there lies For ever! No-shall sullen pride Oh! yield not, father of my child, To that capricious restless train, And canker in thy nobler mind: Yield not to these, Oh! by this kiss, Ah! how illusive they are fled! And since no solace of my care Can yield sweet slumbers to thy bed, Or sooth thine hours of anguish there Then fare thee well-in this adieu |