two poems is not the same, but there is a similar impression of con.. trast and contentment, and the father's exordium in particular was evidently in the mind of the son. The effusion of the elder Warton is so pleasing, and records a feeling with which so many persons can sympathize, that although its power is but on a par with the unambitiousness of the subject, I think the reader will not be sorry to have it repeated. VERSES WRITTEN AFTER SEEING WINDSOR CASTLE. "From beauteous Windsor's high and storied halls, Pleased I return unenvious of the great. Or murmurs to the meadow's murmuring rill, Prefers to all his little straw-built home." III. ON REVISITING THE RIVER LODDON. AH! what a weary race my feet have run Since first I trod thy banks with alders crowned, And thought my way was all through fairy ground, Much pleasure, more of sorrow, marks the scene. Nor useless, all my vacant days have flowed From youth's gay dawn to manhood's prime mature, Nor with the Muse's laurel unbestowed. SAMUEL JACKSON PRATT.* REVISITING A BIRTHPLACE WHICH WAS NOT HAPPY. SCENES of my boyish days, — yet scenes of woe From cradled childhood up to manhood's bloom, At thy approach why do my eyes o'erflow, As if in grief to meet were still our doom? Yet why, though half involved in shades of night Dim through the river's mist thy spire appears, Impatient do I strain my aching sight, Eager to own each object through my tears? And as thy well-remembered bridge I gain, And draw more near, alas! my natal earth, Though faster fall the drops, though sharp the pain, I hail my birthplace, though I weep my birth. Ah, tender tears, which tender thoughts impart, And leave no room for malice in my heart! *Author of "Liberal Opinions," "Emma Corbet," and other works, -a writer who, if he had known how to discipline his mind, would have obtained distinction. I found this sonnet in Mr. Lofft's collection. Though the phraseology is here and there artificial, much of it is otherwise, and the impression affecting. It is an instance of what has been said in the Essay respecting the desirableness of founding compositions of this kind on direct personal experience. CHARLOTTE SMITH. I. POETRY AND SORROW.* SHOULD the lone wanderer, fainting on his way, And, though his path through thorns and roughness lay, So charmed my way with friendship and the Muse. * Elegiac Sonnets and other Poems, by Charlotte Smith. 1797. II. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING. THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove; The primrose wan, and harebell mildly blue. Or purple orchis variegate the plain, Till Spring again shall call forth every bell, Ah, poor humanity! so frail, so fair, Are the fond visions of thy early day, Till tyrant passion and corrosive care Bid all thy fairy colors fade away! |