The Sun.
London, England, 1818-07-10 00:00:00

HUNT'S JUSTICE.

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POETR

TWELFTH EPISTLE to the EDINBURGH REVIEWERS.

Qui fieis in parr& sublimia carmine cella
Ut clignus renias tietferis, et imagine mull;
Spes nulla ulterior; spesque haq: livore repulsa.

I turn me now to your more harmless sallies,
Your traits of deep hut individual malice,
Which from your pages you dart forth at those
Who dare the dogmas you support oppose.
Ah me ! what crowds of hapless Authors lye,
NVither'd and blasted by your evil eye I.
Historians, dramatists, bards, politicians,
Astronomers, divines, melaphysiciaus,
Tourists, biographers, and financiers,
High, low, male, female, commoners and peers :
All are distorted by your gall-fed quill,
Which only strong in anamorphous skill,
Can make a venial error seem enormity;
Sense, nonsense ; wit, dulness ; beauty, deformity;
Or' if it suit you, can reverse the case,
And make deformity appear a grace;
Like certain glasses, which can mend or mar,
But.never spew things as they really are:
Look thro' or at them—and you see a sight
As like the real thing—as black to white:
Just so are your reviews all mere deceptions;
And, with ..erchance some one or two exceptions,
We may as true, whether you praise or blame,
The opposite of your assertions name.
Write what they may, those Authors must be wrong,
Who do not to your favour'd set belong;
Those, tho' unknown, will always feel your spite,
Who in defence of what you censure write;
Many, indifferent in themselves and theme,
Who by their insignificance might seem
Unfit in your choice pages to appear,
Did you to prefatory plans adhere,
You yet attack, and with your victim play,
As cats with mice the fatal bite delay,
To catch and catch again ere they devour.
Bat, passing crowds o'erwhelned by critic power,
("N tell whose fates, tho' not beside m task,
More time and patience than are mine would ask)
I from the crowd of martyr'd Authors fly,
And on the Poets torn my willing eye.
Poets who sing well-pleas 'd their tuneful notes
In attic stories and in thread-bare coats;
Still verse so much their pleasure is and pride,
As to compensate for all wants beside.
A thoughtless, reckless, irritable race,
And yet amongst them would I held a place !
Low down Parnassus' side, in sonic snug spot,
Whence I might gaze en CORBEL!, SoUTIIEY, SCOTT,
Or mark the eagle ByRoN wi a; his flight,
Till in the sun-beams he is lost to sight,
Then drop my eye, and wondering at his force,
Far, far beneath pursue my lowly course;
Lowly not dangerless—as well I know—
For if I strike a strung effectual blow,
hen may I dread lest —'s bloodhound pack
Should with fierce bite their tuaster'e foe attack.
Would I had power their eyes to fascinate,
And giro to hint, Oro' them, AereeoN's fate.
But, neither god norgoddess, I must dare,
And be myself resolv'd their rage to bear;
Their tage, or else their slight, than rage still worse,
For slight is sore the rhymester's greatest curse ;
Yet criticiz'd or scorn'd—both I defy—
I know—and stand the hazard of the dye.
Though weak in strength, I know mt cause is strong,
And right may feel, but need not fear the wrong.
Now hence far northward let my fancy fly,
And view those mountains with enrapter'd eye,
Amid whose guardian cliffs, in tranquil bed,
The western lakes their glassy surface spread.
Near where the pious WATsON clos'd his life,
Dwells WILSON, far remote.from worldly strife;
And Windermeer, with tiny chrystal waves,
The verdant bounds of his small garden laves.
On Grassmter's side, in more secluded spot,
Woenswoneu haefix'd his philosophic cot ;
Whilst at the toot of Skiddaw's towering height,.
Saunter and COLERIDGE in one home unite.
From these I shall toy first examples take,
Whore you have natii'd the Poets of the Lake; •
Giving to all and'each of that Lake-school
The kindly names of baby, driveller, fool ;
You first break down a poem into bits,
Then on the odds and ends exert your wits; •
First knock some fragment off, with traitorous blow,
• Then iilaree the etatate taro gin its matigleJ .se.
4oeee • Shall Bntaiu,h critic he disgrac'd ?
Shall such a ntasn tiontroul the public taste?
Who is as destitute of sense or soul
-To feel the beauties of a fitaisli'd whole,
As Cobler that, with TteleN'kgtoupes in view,
• Was only mov'd to eittiCieeltAoe.
NERo once wisled Rome.gather'din one head,
That at a bl6w his hand might strike her dead ;
So, in the hope mure.widely to annoy,
And at one blow four poets to destroy,
You, critic tyrant, men together ciass'd
Different as Zephyr from the northern blast.
WILSoN iS tender; COLERIDGE, though obscure,
Sublime; WORDSwortTH pathetic, simple, pure;
Whilst SoUT/lEY, with wild fancy at command,
Is clear, impassion'il, dignified, and grand.
And yet, that you the whole through each might strike,
Yon tell us all these ports arc alike:
Though this the only ground for such mistake
That all, foesuoth, inhabit near some lake ; •
• And may a slight coincidence of thought,
From such coincidence of scene, have caught.
• Rocks, torrents, cataracts, peaks capp'd with cloud,
Deep glens, dark woods, the thunder rolling loud,
Conceptions noble as themselves inspire,
And fill the soul with emulous desii e.
These mountain bards, brac'd by sharp mountain air,
New realms explore, and innovations dare ;
Whilst your dark critics, in Auld Reeltie's smoke,
To beauties blind, at faults can only croak.
They are, like houses in the Old Town seated, • •
Flat above flat, some sixteen times repeated ;
Of critic fiats, you flattest, though the first—
As of house ats the topmost is the worst.

And yet against the poets of the borders,
You dar'd to lead your critical marauders;
Defaming what you did nut understand,
Their tenets first you labour'd hard to brand ;
All your remarks on false assumptions grounded,
The simple with the vulgar you confounded ;
By your own extracts of mistake convicted,
Oft and again yourself you contradicted.;
First Waited their language, grovelling on the ground,
And then their compounds of portentous sound; ,
First hlam'd vulgarity that made you sick,
Then words of learned length and pompous trick.
Had you incongruous call'd
They, were consistent...say—have you Treve. to
Thus oft to alt you prov'd yourself a foe,
At all you frequent bent your Scottish how;'
Round ev'ry head full many an arrow tiew,
Most miss'd their object—some the blood drops dr;:w :
But chief you aim'd at Sot/THEY in the field,
TIM' all your darts fell blunted front his shield.
For SOUTIILY, as pre-eminently great,
You, caitiff, hated with a deadlier hate;
Tenfold encreas'd since he was Laureat crown'd,
And royal wreaths have on his brow been bound.
Tlialaba, Madoc, and Kehama's Curse,
You spar'd not; and at Roderick scowl'd averse;
But last and best of SOUTHEy's greater lays—
Spite of yourself, Tile GOTH compell'd your prise;
Thu' this forc'd homage led to deeper wrong
When forth the Laureat sent his nuptial sung,
That taught in strains, not breath'd to lure alone,
The Royal Virtues which adorn the Throne;
These to the Royal:Pair were all pouttray'd
In pomp of allegoric dress array's ;
With those heroic feats of arms which hurl'd
The Despot down, and freed the subject world.
The 41161 Church then warn'd against a sect
Who persecute ; and Christian truth infect :
Next Hope, depicted in,prophetic strain,
That blissful time, when Christ o'er all shall reign ;
Last Death appear'd, thro' whom, by glad transition,
Our trials here will iiDisti by fruition.
Ah ! little thought the bard—so near the day,
When death would summon her lie sung Sway!
Yes—yes, lov'd Princess, thy lamented (am,
Torn front thy Prince and people in thy bloom,
Prove that such strains are lit Inc Dings to hear—
Tho' Kings and they Out draw forth surer,
Stale jokes, and awkward effoits to be merry,
On Birth-day Odes, Court Bards, and butts of Sherry.
So let him—but adorning and adorii'd,
Sournev wear thou thy wreaths and he he •
Who from the art in which himself excelis,
Is only fit to wear the cap and

For thee, ptti-stte thy course,
And him and those with likv contempt regard:,
Who in the hope thy ripen'd fame to blast,
Won)(tat the man thy boyhood's errors cast.
Then, by vain dreams of equal rights misled,
Thou %vast deceiv'd, like many an older head ; .
But thy warm soul, which wish'd the genera! god,
Soon turn'd with horror from French scenes of blued
Forsook Equality's deluding cause
Couvinc'd its essence lies in equaClaws,
Such as we boast of in this happy land,
NI/here Peer and Peasant both protected stand.
Nor has one sentence since of thine been spread,
But shews the goodness of thy heart and head.
From one, almost unknown, take this applause;
Would that it were more worthy of its cause !
Forgive,me, Readers, this small tribute paid
To worth most baselyNned•and betrav'd ; • .
I have not thus digress'd, with this vile deed,
To burden him against whose crimes I plead t
There is enough without such aggravation
To lay on one Who slanders by vocation.

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