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Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
When first thy sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, design'd,
And bade to form her infant mind.
What sorrow was thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe.
Here is a beautiful passage by AKENSIDE, written in the last year of his life:
O ye dales
Of Tyne, and ye most ancient woodlands; where,
And his banks open and his lawns extend,
ye Northumbrian shades, which overlook
Nor will I e'er forget you; nor shall e'er
Of life, and fixed the colour of my mind
Or moral, and of minds to virtue won
There are some noble thoughts in the celebrated Ode by SIR WILLIAM JONES, the Orientalist. Here are some of the lines:
What constitutes a State?
Not high-raised battlement or laboured mound,
Thick wall or moated gate;
Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned;
Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride.
Men who their duties know,
But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain;
And crush the tyrant, while they rend the chain:
Bishop BERKELEY's memorable lines, prophetic of planting the arts in the New World, are of enduring interest to us; these are the closing stanzas :—
There shall be sung another golden age,
The good and great inspiring epic rage,
The wisest heads and noblest hearts.
Such as she bred when fresh and young,
Westward the course of empire takes its way;
A fifth shall close the drama of the day;
This poem was written when the author was residing at Newport, Rhode Island. To prove that the prophecy has been in great measure verified, we need but refer to the record of noble names in science, history, philosophy, and song, which adorn our American annals. Among the earlier American poets were BARLOW, TRUM
bull, Freneau, and ALLSTON, who was also a renowned painter. While residing in Europe, Allston enjoyed the friendship of Southey, Coleridge, and Lamb; as well as of Washington Irving, who expresses a reverence and affection for his pure and noble character, no less than for his genius. While referring to IRVING, we cannot refrain from adding to the world's applause our humble but grateful tribute of regard, as well for the memory of his beautiful character as for his imperishable productions. His name ought undoubtedly to be classed in the category of poets, since much of his charming prose is essentially poetry. He rarely wrote in verse; but there is a little waif of his extant, which he improvised at the instance of his friend Stuart Newton, to accompany his picture of an old philosopher reading from a folio to a young beauty asleep on a chair opposite. Here it is, quaint and characteristic:
Frostie age, frostie age! vain all thy learning;
Young heart's a reckless rover;
Young beautie, while you read-
ALLSTON'S principal poem is his Sylphs of the Seasons; but his lines on Boyhood are short and sweet :—
Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!
That fade upon a summer's eve.
Those weary, happy days did leave?
His noble Address to England, which was first printed in Coleridge's Sibylline Leaves, 1810, commences with this stanza :
All hail, thou noble land! our fathers' native soil!
For thou with magic might
Canst reach to where the light
The world o'er.
The poem thus ends :
While the manners, while the arts, that mould a nation's soul, Still cling around our hearts,-between let ocean roll,
Our joint communion breaking with the sun:
Yet still from either beach
The voice of blood shall reach,
More audible than speech-
DANA's principal poem, The Buccaneer, is considered a fine production it is a tale of crime and remorse. The opening stanzas
are finely descriptive :—
The island lies nine leagues away; along its solitary shore,
But when the light winds lie at rest, and on the glassy, heaving sea,
How beautiful! no ripples break the reach,