Are there no sins for satire's bard to greet?132 16.1] Unhappy WHITE!* while life was in its spring, 'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, There be, who say, in these enlightened days, That splendid lies are all the poet's praise; d * Henry Kirke White died at Cambridge, in October, 1806, in consequence of too much exertion in the pursuit of studies that would have matured a mind which disease and poverty could not impair, and which death itself destroyed rather than subdued. His poems abound in such beauties, as must impress the reader with the liveliest regret that so short a period was allotted to ta lents which would have dignified even the sacred functions be was destined to assume. That strained invention, ever on the wing, "Tis true, that all who rhyme, nay, all who write, And here let SHEE and genius find a place, 840 Blest is the man who dares approach the bower Where dwelt the muses at their natal hour; Whose steps have pressed, whose eye has marked 849 afar The clime that nursed the sons of song and war, 860 *Mr. Shee, author of Rhymes on Art,' and ' Elements of Art.' + Mr. Wright, late consul-general for the Seven Islands, is author of a very beautiful poem just published: it is intitled, 'Hora Ionicæ,' and is descriptive of the isles and the adjacent coast of Greece. And you, associate bards! who snatch'd to light Those gems too long withheld from modern sight; Whose mingling taste combined to cull the wreath Where Attic flowers Aonian odours breathe, And all their renovated fragrance flung, To grace the beauties of your native tongue; Now let those minds, that nobly could transfuse The glorious spirit of the Grecian muse, Though soft the echo, scorn a borrowed tone: Resign Achaia's lyre, and strike your own. 870 Let these, or such as these, with just applause, Restore the muse's violated laws; But not in flimsy DARWIN'S pompous chime, 880 Him let them shun, with him let tinsel die : The translators of the Anthology have since published separate poems, which evince genius that only requires opportunity to attain eminence. The neglect of the Botanic Garden,' is some proof of returning taste: the scenery is its sole recommendation. Messrs. Lambe and Lloyd, the most ignoble followers of Southey and Co. And thou, too, SCOTT! resign to minstrels rude The wilder Slogan of a border feud : Let others spin their meagre lines for hire; Enough for genius if itself inspire! Let SOUTHEY sing, altho' his teeming muse, Letsimple WORDSWORTH chime his childish verse, 900 And swear that CAMOENS sang such notes of yore; By-the-bye, I hope that in Mr. Scott's next poem, his hero or heroine will be less addicted to Gramarye,' and more to grammar, than the Lady of the Lay, and her Bravo William of Deloraine. + It may be asked why I have censured the Earl of Carlisle, my guardian and relative, to whom I dedicated a volume of puerile poems a few years ago?—The guardianship was nominal, at least as far as I have been able to discover; the relationship I cannot help, and am very sorry for it; but as his lordship seemed to forget it on a very essential occasion to me, I shall not burden my memory with the recollection. I do not think that personal differences sanction the unjust condemnation of a brother scribbler; but I see no reason why they should act as a preventive, when the author, noble or ignoble, has, for a series of years, beguiled a discerning public' (as the advertisements have it) with divers reams of most orthodox, imperial nonsense. Besides, I do not step aside to vituperate the earl; no-his works come fairly in review with those of other patrician literati. If, before I escaped from my teens, I said any thing in favour of his lordship's paper books, it was in the way of dutiful dedication, and more from the advice of others than my own judgment, and I seize the first opportunity of pronouncing my sincere recantation. I have heard that some persons conceive me to be under obliga 919 Scrawl on, till death release us from the strain, 930 H tions to Lord Carlisle: if so, I shall be most particularly happy to learn what they are, and when conferred, that they may be duly appreciated, and publicly acknowledged. What I have humbly advanced as an opinion on his printed things, I am prepared to support, if necessary, by quotations from elegies, eulogies, odes, episodes, and certain facetious and dainty tragedies bearing his name and mark: 'What can ennoble knaves, or fools, or cowards! So says Pope. Amen! Tollerc humo, victorque virum volitare per ora.' Virgil. |