Full on my soul the dreadful scene display, And give its latent horrors to the day. I shall add to this the character of 'Arion,' in which the poet himself is designed, To Rodmond, next in order of command, That courts no rank among the sons of fame; To penetrate each distant realm unknown, With conscious anguish taught the harp to weep; Of Falconer's minor poems, it is not necessary to say much; they can do no honour to the author of the Shipwreck. The poem Sacred to the Memory of the Prince of Wales is written in the following style; which may be called the OldElegeiac. Oh! bear me to some awful silent glade And hoarser winds howl murmuring through the grove. And where no dawning glimpse of hope can come ; Ye powers, and must a prince so noble die? The poem called the Demagogue is filled with abuse of Lord Chatham in most virulent and unmeasured terms; the language is in many parts inflated, in others, mean and prosaic; of the former the following lines will be an example: Methinks I hear the bellowing Demagogue Whose pompous jargon fills the place of strength. With loud theatric rage, bombards the sense, And words deep ranked in horrible array, Exasperated metaphors convey. And these again sink into such couplets as the following, But all the events collected to relate, Let us his actions recapitulate. The ballad of the Fond Lover' is the most pleasing of his minor productions. THE DIRGE OF POOR * ARION. WHAT pale and bleeding youth (while the fell Blast O poor Arion! has thy sweetest strain, That charm'd old Ocean's wildest solitude, At this dread hour his waves' dark might subdued? Thy locks, and give once more thy wreathed shell More loud; the bellowing deep reclaims his spoil! 1803. FAREWELL, poor FALCONER! when the dark Sea Written on the platform at Portsmouth, April 16, |