The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1822-12-26 00:00:00

POETRY.

Vio3l" DON CARLOS," A TRAGEDY,
SY La JOUN ausssu.

Of' CArLOS' SOLILOQUY IN HIS PRAIIOI CALL.
Abode of misery ! to what a line
Or wretched men am 1 the heir!—the walls
'Themselves speak dreadful language: here are names,
Antl here a thousand marks engraved to tell
trmany days of suffering; phshaw ! away
irtch gloomy thoughts ; they make me sick at heart.-
17Fis light is disappearing through the diet
trod narrow window of my celi—ftis evening!
At tbirsease hour of evening, I have stood
Cots the borders of the mountain ridp
Flat skirts the plain of Seville ; the breed sua
loft* edFssigenee o'er a cloudless sky
Paned hie last flood of brightness ; the brown bills,
The shwa hedge mid rhododendron wild,
floe golden orange and the purple grape,
All seemed as slotted in light ; and now 'tie gone!
Tim god of day ban vanished : a low bell
ilia gsseral stillness breaks, but not offends ;
AI tongues are whispering prayer and thanks to heaven ;
ASS soon again the light guitar is heard,
Add aged grandsires with young hearts behold
/111 tender maidens, that with graceful step
Raid os the village dance—and yet how massy
Of those who Sins rejoice, and sleep at night.
Aug wake at sunrise with a heart at ease,
Weald fain be Phillip's heir; and dream that then
'They eheuld Omitted he happy : poor vain worm !
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EL RYPOCONDRIACO.
Wale lity rest, Ikon sullen.
Ab sables of my weary wind,
Obscured, ere WI its imams be dam,
While eight, law night, rioneisababis*
All 'that I loved, my pencil, pen,
That stole the time on dimity wings,
When shall-I Feel year charts again!
Fatewell ! ye past, ye pleasant things.
'Where is thy balm of care, 0 Sleep !
That once upon my eyelids lay'
Wow, if slumber on me creep,
The Night is wilder than the day.
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;t . - I plunge in ocean; shoot tiro' air;
Parch in the deserts; fly the den ;
I- See horrors—wake in struggling prayer,
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And midnight is twice midnight them.
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*l4i TO GREECE.
14111. Agile o'er thy victorious lewd
The streawieg dag of Freedom waves ;
4 lA% !,never may glorious strand
Be' printed by the feet of slaves.
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Itstaseing Glory yet shall pour
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, rWer light apes thy lovely-Wee ;
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- Alt& wakened Liberty .onee mere
.!3, Shall cheer thee with beeheareelY smiles.
4 - And Poesy, who long bas slept
'Within thy dark and silent eaves,
ilikart Saveotten by its she waked sad wept
A - T . Vpon thy tuneful children's paves,
mr - Again shalt strike the trembling tyre,
To rapturous notes of jay and peens ;
-Milting, with all her wonted ire,
.4 , Ilse glories of her native Greece.

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6-4' • -LOVE'S WRBArTH.
When Love leas a child and weal idling round
'Moog dowers the whole summer's day,
pan morn in the valley a bower he found,
usi So sweet it allured him to slay.
O'er bead, from the trees, hang a garland fair,
ik-foustain ran darkly beneath—
'Twas Pleasure that hung the bright dowers up (here,
Lire knew it, and jumped at the s reach.

But Love did not know—and et his weak years
What urchlweras likely misses, ?
That Sorrow had made of her own salt tears
That fountain which murmured below.
nboaught at the wreath—but with too mutts haste,
As boys when impatient will do—
fell' in those waters of briny taste,
And the flowers were all wet through.
Yet this is the wreath he wears night and day,
Aad, though it all sunny appears,
With reasura's own lustre—each leaf, they say,
Stilt tastes of the Fountain of Tears.

WINTER SONG.

• Douse the blazing midnight 6re,
]lean the crackli.ig faggots higher ;
Stern December reigns without,
wer •-•:.-.4gt-.••••41411i old Winter's blustering rout.

Let the jocund timbrels sound;
Push the jully goblet round ;
Care a.iturit, with all tby crew,
• floblins dire, and devils blue.

Hark! without the tempest growls,
Aed the alfrighted watch-dog howls ;
Witche, nn theif broomsticks sail,
Death upon the whistling gale.
Heap the crackling faggots higher,
Draw your easy chairs still nigher ;
• And, to guard from wizards hoar,
741111 the horse-shoe on the door.

Now repeat the freezing story
' Of the murdered traveller gory,
• Found beneath the yew-tree sear,
Cut his throat from ear to ear.

Tell, too, how his ghost, all Moody,
• Frightened once a neighbouring Goody ;
And bow still at twelbe be stalks,
Groaning o'er the wild-wood walks,

.I:—Then, when Fear usurps her swey,
• Let us creep to bed away ;
Each for ghosts, but little ►older,
Fearfully peeping o'er his shoulder.

Atwortlimg to Parisian gossip, the eldest son of MVII AT
shortly espouse one of the daughters of JOIRTII
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4. wrt. the celebrated Sculptor at Rome, is now said to hare
left behind him a fortune of seven millions a francs—a sum not
for short of three hundred thousand pounds sterling!
• • A Lady having asked M. de Maartutsor why persons of her
ties 'right not be electors ! Be replied, Madam. pot might be
--opharterin boa yew could not be il•puties."—" Why not?" said the
Lady. " Because oo woman would like to acknowledge that she
• *ha Bitty years of age."
"rlSt viMilternplete Mineral Collection of lb* celebrated M.
dams, will shortly be sold by public auction in that
y Pnifessor, in his lifetime, refused for it an oder of
i:Milletliftiginto4l,oool. sterling.)
• ts stunt In a recent letter front &dip,. that *fatal duel had
jgoit ..,en place at floyerswertla.• chant NTctrumitt and another
Illosol.neau had quarrelled respecting the 'merits of a young Polish
Both the parties were wounded—the former mortally.

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