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We will give a remarkable instance of this want of power to rouse the feelings. It is some verses he has written on the death of a little child. Surely, few things are so susceptible of pathos as this ; but mark how hard, dry, and metaphysical the poet is.
ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD,
Returned this day, the south wind searches,
But finds not the budding man;
Nature, fate, men, him seek in vain.”
An American critic well observes on this, " that the voice of lamentation is lost in a vague speculation on fate, interesting only to the intellect." It is difficult to find a subject more capable of touching regrets than the death of a child, and still more difficult to find a poet who has so completely failed in awaking one tender memory.
We shall take advantage of this circumstance to contrast several poets under the same inspiration, and mark how different are all their moods. Nevertheless, all except Emerson have the chief weight on the human heart.
Wordsworth, in his lament for a daughter “Dead and gone,” puts the regrets of memory into an old man's mouth. Although years have passed since the blow fell, how fresh the wound still remains !
“Our work, said I, was well begun,
Then from thy breast what thought,
So sad a sigh has brought.
“ A second time did Matthew stop,
And fixing still his eye
To me he made reply:
“ Yon cloud with that long purple cleft
Brings fresh into my mind,
Full thirty years behind.
“ With rod and line I’sued the sport,
Which that sweet season gave,
Beside my daughter's grave.
“ Nine summers had she scarcely seen,
The pride of all the vale,
A very nightingale.
“ Six feet in earth my Emma lay,
And yet I loved her more,
I e'er had loved before."
And in another poem, how truly he touches the tenderest portion of the heart, when he says :
“ If there is one who need bemoan
His kindred laid in earth,
It is the man of mirth.”
We turn from this strain of
“ Bringing the tears to the dim eyes,"
to another fine burst of natural sorrow; more sorrowful, inasmuch as Byron mixed up less natural objects than Wordsworth in his laments.
“ There have been tears, and breaking hearts for thee,
And mine were nothing had I such to give;
An English poet has touched upon the same subject ; as another illustration of the subject we quote it. We cannot here avoid remarking, that a very interesting volume might be made of selections from the works of the most eminent poets containing the expression of parallel feelings.
« ON A WITHERED FLOWER.
« Oh, wondrous power of thought,
Full on my mind one pleasant day in spring.
Once more the wind's sweet breath
Wakes from its silent death,
“ I feel a bright form stand,
One of the seraph band,
Once more his little feet
With my long steps compete,
“ And now a mist of light
Grows stronger in my sight,
Features I deemed had gone
Once more I gaze upon,
In subjects partaking of a more artificial nature our poet is more at home, and there we can award him high praise. There is a spirit in the following worthy Herrick, we had almost said Anacreon.
THE HUMBLE BEE.
“ Burly, dozing, humble bee,
Zigzag steerer, desert cheerer,
6 Insect lover of the sun,
silence dost displace