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From the Literary Gazette.

And wandering from its golden course. It

seems We are tempted by the beauty of our Poetical con- s

Some spirit from the nether world hath 'scaped tributions this day, to point particu ar notice to Heaven's vigilance, and mixed with purer the following pieces.

forins THE STAR.

To work there deeds of evil. If Sybils now

Breathed their dark oracles, or nations beut, T OW brilliant on the Ethiop brow of As once they bent, before Apollo's sirine, Night

Aurl owned the frenzied priestessi auguries, Beams yon "fix'd Star! whose intermitting What might not this porteod ---Changes, and blaze,

acts Like Woman's changeful eye, now shuns our Of fear, and bloody massacres---perchance

Some sudden end to this fair-formed creation-Then sparkles forth in loveliness of light. Or half the globe made desolate. Behold ! Still-twinkling speck! thou seemest to my It glare --how like an omen. If that I • sight :

Could for a time forget myself io fable, In size a spangle on the Tyrian stole

(Indian or Heathen storied) I could fancy Of Majesty, 'mid hosts more ipildly bright, This were indeed some spirit, 'scaped by Altho' of worlds the centre and the soul!

chance Sure 'twas a thing for Angels to have seen, From torments in the central earth, and flung When God did hang those lustres thro' the Like an eruption from the thundering breast sky-.

Of Ætoa, or those mighty hills that stand Suns, founts of life ! and Darkness sought to Like giants on the Quriv plains, lo spread screen

Contagion thro' the skies. Thus Satan once With dusky wing her dazed and haggared Sprang up adventurous from Hell's blazing eye--

porch ; In vain, for, pierced with myriad shafts, she And (like a stream of fire) winged his fierce died ;

way And now her timid Ghost dares only brood Ambiguous---undismayed--thro' frightful O'er Prapets in their midnight solitude--

Doom'd all the day in Oceau's cives to hide. To where, amidst the jarring elements,
Thou burning Axle of a star-verged Wheel! Steri. Chaos sate, and everlasting Night
Dost thou afil.ct the Beings of thy ray

Held her dominion--- yet even there he found With feelings such as earth-born Wretches The way to Edeo. But away such thoughts, feel--

Lest 1, bewildered by my phantasy, Pride, passion, hate, distrust and agony? Dream of dark ills to come, and dare believe Do any weep o'er blighted hopes--or curse (Suutting my eyes against tilr gra ight The hour thy light first usber'd them to life: Now given that the Eternal Power can sleep Doth Malice, keeper than Assassin's knife, While mischief walks the world. B. Stab in the dark ? or seeming friendship,

worse--Skill'd round the heart with serpent coil to

Forsake and leave his sleepless sting behind?

No! if I deem'd it I should cease to look
Beyond the scene where thousands know

M Y mind is full of many wanderings, those ills:

I Past thoughts, turtrome like shadows Nor longer read that brightly-letter'd book

from their graves, Which heaven unfoids---Whose page of beauty Dissolving as we clap them,---Suiden sounds, fills

Inil have yo tour of earthly ininstrelsy, The breast with hope of an immortal lot, But seem to fall bathed in the aoney dews, When tears are dried, and iniuries forgoi! Ao sofi asstar-light--- Yet within the brain, Oh! when the soul, no longer earthward Waking strange fantasies, and then they Oy, weigh'd,

And leave me feeding on my melancholy. Exults tow'rd heaven on swift seraphic wing- Twilight is gone at last, and night is come, Among the joys past man's imagining,

To torture me. And now its herald wind It may be one to scan, o'er space display'd, Comes gu bing chilly thro' my prison bars, Those wond'rons works our blinduess now I hate thee! yet thou’rt lovely to Earth's debars--

slaves : The awful'secrets written in the Stars ! To the tired sea-boy nestling in the shrouds;-

The soldierloves thee. weary from his march,

And longing to upgird his barnessry :

Theo'eria'our'd peasant feels thee fulloflife,

And thy dim clouds stoop down, a covering Regnorum eversor rubuit lethale COMETES. Of genial sluinber on his quiet bed. D EHOLD! amidst yoo wilderness of stars

But to the brain of visions, to torn hearts B (Angels and bright-eyed deities, that

Mouldering, like embers that yet feed their

flame, guard The inner skies, whilst the Sun sleeps by night Mother of spectres, thou'rt a fearful thing. Is oue unlike the resi---inishapen---red--

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VOL. 4.]

Original Poetry


But light is stealing dimly thro' my cell, His locks are amber rays, that sparkling fall, Streak upon streak, like ebon ivory-lined. Parted, around his high, pure brow,and shade, The Moon has risen. How glorious thro' Clustering, the cheek, where flowers of Parthe clouds

adise She sweeps her way, a bark magnificent, Mix with the splendours of the western Sun. Careering lonely thro' a silver sea,

He stands, and his broad wings unfold above Now the white billow hides her-- now she rolls In feathery ligbt, pavilioning his state, Free thro' a sapphire depth, anon a ring Alver capopy ; not without sound, Swells round her, swiftly tinged with widen- Nor fragrance, as they ruffle that sweet air; ing bues

But followed with wild, sudden symphonies Of watery pearl, and the white blowing rose, That earthly harps know not; and odorous As if her prow had plunged, and chated the breath blue

Richer than myrtles and the Persian rose, Of that celestial ocean into foam.

Crush'd, wreath'd and weeping,i'th' evening

I feel as if strong pinions on my feet
Were lifting me from earth.---I see the Moon
Expanding as I rise. 'Tis lovelier now,

Tho'seen but from mid air. Long emerald

BY KÖRKER. Mingled with purple, and the sapphire light That beans from evening waters, image there Those characteristics of poetry,in respect to style ani Bowers of bright beauty, solemn glades, soft imagery, most esteemed in one particular tongur. bills

are not easy to be conveyed in a translation, withEmpurpled with the mantle of rich blooms out violating the rules of propriety fixed for the That know no time of fading, crystal lakes language into which the translation is made. Fanned but by musky gales those sweet buds

There is great difficulty in avoiding, on one hand, breathe.

the total annihilation of all that characterizes the Thou art no pilgrim-bark thro’ heavenly seas; But a soft lower Paradise, to soothe

foreign writer except his mere words, and on the The spirits of the innocent, ere they pass

other, of writing what may be almost deemed nonBefore the loftier throne. Here rest, sweetsense when given in a new dress, by too great babes

fidelity to the original : these extremes should be That looked but upon earth, and wept and avoided in a good translation ; and herein consists Maids that like may-dew shone, and were ex the principal art of making one. It is not amiss, haled ;--

however, when the genius of a language will allow High hearts that died of unrequited love,

it, especially for the gratification of the curious res. As myrtle blossoms, dropt without a wind;- der, now and then to give a translation as near as Disastrous patriots, fallen before they won

possible in manner and spirit to the original, even The desperate field,---their laurels pluck’d,

when it may seem new and uncouth if compared to not wreath'd ;--Bards, that with nature's touch awoke the

productions written in the vernacular tongu.. harp,


The following wild and singular poem of the cele Yet won not the world's ear, till on their brated German poet Korner, entitled " The Sword That sweet harp echoed drawing use less tears. Song," written a few hours only before he was

killed, on the 25th of August, 1813, will exemplify I've reach'd thee now. Thou art no Paradise, this, and will no doubt interest those who are Where injured Spirits brighten for high,

pleased with the bold imagery and the novelty of

German poetry : it is rendered in every respect Thou art a lonely throne; thy canopy

as near to the original as possible. Veils the resplendent Angel of our world. A thousand seraphs in their circles wait. ITTHOU sword upon my belted vest, On Him, the Servant of a mightier ONE. 1 What means tby glittering polished Some he commands to wheel in holy watch

crest? Around the globe,some from their plumes to Thou seeni'st within my glowing breast pour

To raise a flame---Hurrah ! The harvest blooms of gold, some to drop dew “A Herseman brave supports my blade, And odours on the shrub,and'springing flower, The weapon of a freeinai made; Some to tint beauty's cheek,or lim ti.e clouds For him Ishine, for him I'll wade With light of geins, and blushes of the morn.

Thro'blood and death---Hurrah!" But in his own high hand he holds the reins That rule the Ocean. Still I see him not,

Yes, my good :word, behold me free,

I fond affection bear to thee,
So deep a veil is round his kingly tento
Flashing thick brilliance like a web of stars.

As though thou wert betrothed to me
It opens. Thou bright sitter on that throne !

My earliest bride---Hurrah ! My spirit sinks before thee, as the night “ Soldier of Fortune, I am thine, Before the morn.---'Tis not the diadein For ther alone my blade shall shine--Floating in diamond fires upon thy brow,

Wheu, Soldier, shall I call thee mine, .. Nor sceptre, tho' it glow with living light

joined in the field ? ---Hurrah !" Perpetual, pearly Game and lambent gold; Soon as our bridal morn shall ise, I bend before thy power of loveliness. While the shrill trumpet's summons Alies,

And the red cannon rends the skies, He sits like one embosom'd in high thought,

We'll join our hands---Hurrah ! His arın outstretch'd,and hand opou theglobe “ O sacred union !---haste away, Of bis fixed sceptre , bis eye gazing far Ye tardy moments of delay -And forward, shooting out a calm, long blaze I long, my bridegroom, for the day Blue as the lightnings on the summer eve.

To be thy bride---Hurrah !"



Why cling'st thou in the scabbard---why? “Why, my dear cousin Dick! I have had Thou iron fair oi destiny,

such a go!--So wild---so fond of batile-cry,

I went to the rout the last evening, you know, Why cling'st thou so ?---Hurrah! And a little time after the end of the dance, “ I hold rayself in dread reserve,

I was lounging about, wben 1 lit on a chance : Fierce--fond in battle-fields to serve,

Would you guess it, dear boy! why the handThe cause of freedom to preserve

somest Lass

(glass. For this I wait---Hurrah !”

Was taking a peep at your friend thro' her Resto--still in oarrow compass rest--

But this is not all---for the fine things she said

Have not for a moment been out of my head : Ere a long space thou shali be blest, Within my ardent gra«p coinprest--

Spoke in praise of my colour, commended

my shape, Ready for tight---Hurrah !

Said something of brightness, which made its " Ob let me not too long await...

But the words of how lovely! how charming ! I love the gory field of fate,

hore stoeet! Where death's rich roses grow elate - Io accents of love 'twas my hap thus to meet.'

lo bloody bloois---Hurrah !" Who can tell what emotions man thus flatCome forth ! quick from thy scabbard fly,

ter'd feels?

my heels , Thou pleasure of the Soldier's eye--

I knew not which was upmost, my head or Now to the scene of slaughter hie--

Yer not to be wanting in playing my part, Thy native home---Hurrah ! I made my advances, my hand on my heart, “O glorious thus in nuptial tie,

And atteinpted a speech---but it stuck in the To join beneath heaven's canopy--


And I found in the end I had nothing to say: Bright as a sunbeam of the sky,

So dropping the band which with courage I Glitters your bride---Hurrah !”

took, Then out, thou messenger of strife, .

I made her my bowo--but I gave such a look! Thou German soldier's plighted wife--- Then went to my lodgings and wrote her a Who feels not renovated life


ter, When clasping thee !--- Hurrah !

I scarce think our Parson or you could do When in thy scabbard op my side,

She's a very fiue fortune, I took care of that, I seldom glanced on thee, my bride ;

So I think I have managed the business quite Now Heaven has bid us ne'er divide,

pat.” Forever joined--Hurrah'!

· Yes, a pat on the head with a bullet may Thee glowing to my lips I'll press,


[owe, And all my ardent vows confess--

How much to your wit this adventure you O cursed be he, without redress,

For a rival in black, or a rival in red, Who thee forsakes---Hurrah ! May soon let you know how your message Let joy sit in thy polished eyes,

has sped. While radiant sparkles fashing rise--- Here---look through this tube, and perceive Our marriage-day dawns in the skies,

what an ass

[ing but glass! My Bride of Steel --Hurrah !

You have made of yourself.---she was prais-
So a truce to your visions of fancy and hope,

What you took to yourself, was her Kalei-


But now, my dear Robin, the secret you'll OR, TAE DANGER OF NEW INVENTIONS.

keep, (The idea taken from the French.) Or poor cousin Straggle may pay for the peep. An Epistle from Richard in Town to Robin in the Country

From the New Monthly Magazine.
V OU must know cousin Straggle has THE ARTIST'S CHAMBER.

wanderd to Town,
Full of country conceit and of rustic renown;

A SKETCH ON THE SPOT. Here he stares without wonder, applauds without skill,

THE room was low and lone, but lingered And takes his due rounds like a horse in a 1. there, mil),

In careless loveliness the marks of mind; He has pick'd up bis notions and sticks to The page of chivalry, superb and drear, bis text,

Beside a half-filled vase of wine reclined, And what he says one day repeats it the next. Told how romance and gaiety combined. He fancies 'tis good at the play not to laugh? And there, like things of immortality, And when making a purchase, to give but Stood Statues, in their master's soul enshrip'd, the half.

VENUS, with the sweet smile and heavenly Of London he thinks that he knows all the eye, cheats,

And the sad, solemn beauty of pale Niobe. And takes no civility met in the streets :-- And scattered round, by wall and sofa lay Once in anger was going to knock a mao Emblems of thought, that loved from Earth dowo,


to spring. Who saw that he'd dropt from his pocket a Upon a portrait fell the evening ray, And who offer'd politely to give him his own ! Touching with splendour many an auburn But being thus threaten'd he let it alone.

ring - - - - - That veild a brow of snow, and crimsoning Surprised by his visit last night at my tea,

t my tea. Toe cbeek of beauty like an opening rose.

The cbeek of When taking his seat and then slapping his And there lay a guitar, whose silver string knee,

(and a grin, Is murmuriog, as the soft wind o'er it flows, With a pause, which was held 'twixt a laugh The tones it breath'd on Spanisb bills at evenEre yet he could renture his speech to begin

ing's close.

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Prom the Literary Gazette, August 1818.

AN AUTUMN NEAR THE RHINE. 8vo. 1818. THIS is one of the most pleasing softness almost bordering on timidity.

1 journals of a Continental Excur- She has all the appearance of having sion which has appeared since the suffered much : but the expression of opening of the communications, or we her countenance is rather that of penmight rather say of the Mine for trav- sive mildness than of melancholy. Her ellers, which, to own the truth, has features have a tone of quick sensibilibeen dug and bored most persevering- ty, which a lady happily described, in ly, till some ore and much rubbish has observing that the Queen always apbeen brought to the surface and import- peared on the point of smiling or weeped into England, in packages of the ing. Her manners are simple, and shape of unpretending duodecimos, frank in the highest degree. ----convenient octavos, and respectable- She is a good English scholar, and adlooking quartos. The author has fol- mired the poems of Lord Byron and lowed rather a new vein, and has, we Moore, - ... - The Princess (her think, extracted some tolerable speci- daughter) is of a slender delicate figmens of metal from it ; and as he has ure, not without grace. The Prince been obliging enough to give it us un- (her son) a tall well-looking youth of mixed with too much, though there is sixteen, simple and good-humoured, a little, of the common make-weight with a strong resemblance to his father, earthy matter, we are bound to a fa- is now pursuing his education at the vourable report of his production. University of Heidelberg, under the

The Ex-Queen of Sweden, called care of a respectable Swiss governor. the Helen of the North for her beauty, The Queen has some thoughts of sendis one of the author's portraits. ing her son to an English University."

“ The Queen, now above thirty years This Prince, who is within a few of age, still retains that interesting ex- weeks of the same age as Oscar Berna. pression of countenance which is the dotte, no doubt looks forward with best part of beauty. Her figure is hope to the throne of his ancestors. . slender and graceful; and her delicate complexion, and soft grey eyes, giveW e had intended to extract, at her the features which are not quite length, the author's very spirited acGrecian, an expression of feminine count of German Universities, as repre


sented by Heidelberg; but we can on- land blushed as he gave it, for it was the ly say, that in form and discipline, &c. glory of the whole country; and the they resemble the Scotch rather than knight was so enchanted at the distincthe English. The students reside in tion of his visitor, that he begged bim lodgings, and there is no academical to stay another day-Hildegonda said costume. In Germany, however, in not a word—but her looks were elotheir boyish patriotism, they have adopt. quent, and Roland wanted little pered that of her ancestors three centuries suasion. ago. and the students are seen in this The fate of the young knight's heart masquerade,

was decided by his stay, and he only “Swaggering mustachioed youths, waited for an opportunity to declare their hair flowing on their shoulders. himself. Such opportunities generally without cravats, and with pipes in their present themselves—and Roland, as he mouths."

walked in the garden, found the young The traditions on the banks of the lady sitting in a pensive reverie, in Rhine furnish matter more amusing wbich a bolder modern beau would than the history of these young zealots. have flattered himself he had a place, however more their present mode of Roland's timidity, however, made him thinking and acting may influence the awkward in accosting her; and the fale of Europe :

young lady to conceal her own embar

rassment, stooped to gather a rose just Traditions on the Banks of the Rhine. by. The knight begged her to give it

« The tradition concerning the cas- him-lamenting that as yet no emblem tle or rather hermitage of Rolandseck of happy moments adorned his casque ; says, that it was christened after Ro- and that when his comrades boasted the land the gallant nephew of Charlemagne, beauty and virtue of their belles, he who, as the story goes, set out one day was obliged to look down and be silent. from his uncle's palace at Ingelheim on Hildegonda with a blush complied, a picturesque tour, on the banks of the saying, as she presented it to himRhine.--He dropped in at the chateau “ All that is beautiful endures but for a of a valiant knight, who received him moment."-Roland no longer hesitatwith a friendly squeeze of the hand : ed to deelare his passion-they swore while his daughter (who like other to each other eternal fidelity; and the young ladies in those good days, was knight promised to return immediately not above being useful) ran to fetch after the campaign in Palestine, to lead him some home-made bread and wine. his mistress to the altar. As she poured out the wine, with the After Roland's departure, Hildegongrace of a Hebé, into a goblet adorned da, led a retired and pensive bile. The with the arms of the old Chatelain, fame of her lover's achievements reachand presented it with a blush to the ed her, and gladdened her heart. One nephew of the great king, he was struck evening a travelling knight demanded with her beauty and modest grace ; hospitality at the castle. He had serve and was soon surprised to find certain ed in Charlemagne's army, and Hildeenigmatical sensations creeping about gonda trembled as she demanded inhim which he never had experienced telligence of Roland. “I saw him fail before. His arın trembled as he took gloriously by my side, covered with the goblet, and he involuntarily said to wounds," said the knight ;-Hildegon-himself-—" this never happened to me da turped pale at his words, and was in presence of the enemy, or when ex. motionless as a statue. Ten days af. posed to the thick swords of the Sara- terwards she asked permission of her cens.” At night, Roland could not father to take the veil; and she enterclose his eyes for the image of the beau- ed the convent of Frauenworth, in an tiful Hildegonda, which stood constant- island in the Rhine. The bishop of the ly before hiin. In the morning, when diocese, who was her relation, allowed about to take leave, his kind host de- her lo abridge her noviciate and proless manded his game. The modest Ro- berself at the end of three mon:hs.

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