The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1833-01-01 00:00:00

Poetrg.

THOSE EVENING BRUM

A PARODY.

TEIOBII evenln,gbells. those eyeeingbelleet
Row many a tale each pale cheek tells.
Of faded bloom. and that spring time,
When each dear charm was in its primai-

The roseate hues have passed away,
That tinged the morn of opening day;
Still in the noon, there lingering-dwell?.
Some grace, that of the bright put tells,

Thus may it be—not wholly gone
The charms that took, the rays that shone;
But some memorial left, that tells
How bright ye were. sweet evaningi hell& ,
P. D.

STANZAS

ON THE CIRCUMSTANCES WInCH HAVE EXCITED SO moon fft'BRICBT
IN THE FATE OF CAPTAIN ROSS AND HIS COMPANLONi.

QN farthest Thule's haunted shore
The mermaid's moan disturbed the night.
When on the brave adventurers bores
And hail'd her rocks by morning's light.

Did syrens tempt the Grecian prows t
More sweetly mourn'd the spirit-ehiLl,
To steal o'er Valour's soft carouse.
As faster rolled the surge, and wild

To what far countries are they borhe.
By one confederate purpose botuid t
To rise some land's regenerate morn.
And plant the cross on savage ground.

Around the world's uncultured polp.
Where winter's reign hath waied.
To hid the seas asunder roll,
And build their highways on the

The social bond frona earth to earth,
To strengthen, and at large to spread,
Bear science to the Indian's hearth,
And scatter wisdom round his bedl

If such their 'Disarm, blest and brave.
Life's firmest wishes speed their track I
And you, ye highest, shield and save,
And guide them in their glory back !

There springs the tear, there melts the song.
To more than weakness—words of home.
Its sweet endearments, forfeit long,
Are tender sounds when none may come.

Three times the sun on Chiloe's plains
Tempts down the condor from his hold
Three times emerged from mantling rains.
He strings Dufrefield's crags with gold.

O gallant chief, and comrades brave I
Beneath what star's meridian rise,
Where nct the Walrus finds a wave,
Still watch or sleep your distant eyes i

Say, some fair power, if 'ticed forth
To climes where man in vain endures,
They charm the spirits of the north,
And press their winged paramours ?

In splendid halls the banquet spread,
"Where coral lips Eolians wind,
And while enchantment drowns the head.
Strew loose the morals of the mind!

In vain we dwell on themes like these ;
Give back to night the ancient reign ;
And theirs is still, by wise decrees,
The life or lot of common men.

Oh, think not in that faith they err'd,
That so to brave inclement climes,
Some God or power within them stirr'd,
And gave them strength in dangerous times.

And if in sleep, how blest they lie, .
Wrapt in the oak their England bred.
With foreheads whitening to the sky,
And all her colours round their head.

In glory sinks their latest dream,
Like honour braved by fortune's storms
The sigh that clouds life's parting beam,
Descends in marble round their forms.

No sound from life's more human walks.
To tame from silence back the waste;
In wildness on the ice-bear stalks,
His paths to drearer winters haste.

Yet, shall conjecture fix their fall,
Whom still a brother band might wet
Or distant hands drag down the pall.
Whose union might avert the grave I

O then, with what unmingled pride,
We'd press to hear their fortunes tQld I
And If in England's cause they died.
Hose just her honour for the bold I