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MOORE'S Lake of the Dismal Swamp, written at Norfolk, in Virginia, is founded on the following legend:-" A young man who lost his mind upon the death of a girl he loved, and who, suddenly disappearing from his friends, was never afterwards heard of. As he had frequently said, in his ravings, that the girl was not dead, but gone to the Dismal Swamp, it is supposed he had wandered into that dreary wilderness, and had died of hunger, or been lost in some of its dreadful morasses :"
"They made her a grave too cold and ua......
For a soul so warm and true;
And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp,
"And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see,
Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds-
And when on the earth he sank to sleep,
He lay where the deadly vine doth weep
And near him the she-wolf stirred the brake,
And the white canoe of my dear?"
He saw the Lake, and a meteor bright
Till he hollowed a boat of the birchen bark,
Which carried him off from shore;
The wind was high and the clouds were dark,
But oft, from the Indian hunter's camp,
Are seen, at the hour of midnight damp,
"Anacreon Moore," as the author of the Irish Melodies has been called, like Byron, was a poet of passion, rather than of profound thought. His imagery, dazzling and gorgeous with Oriental splendour, as well as the rich melody of his verse, combine to render the Lalla Rookh and Loves of the Angels works of rare fascination. They may be said to be fragrant with Oriental odours. Moore wrote the former in his cottage, near Dove-dale; here he also composed many of his lyrics.
He received for his Lalla Rookh three thousand guineas; the copyright of his several poems produced to him over thirty thousand pounds. Here is a passage from the work last named :—
False flew the shaft, though pointed well:
Yet marked the Peri where he lay,
And when the rush of war was past,
Of morning light, she caught the last
Last glorious drop his heart had shed,
"Be this," she cried, as she winged her flight,