The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1810-08-01
ORIGINAL POETRT.
foa THE RnoDE-IsLAsD nrpUBLlcAs.
THE CRITICAL KING.


And tis true, hat when brisk in the morn he arose,
His eyes DER his book he would open and close,
iii at night, he laid down Ike clcd.
Young HENRY was blest with a milky blue eve,
It's arrows gave teasing delight,
When open, twas like Aprifs first morning sky,
Fer sunShiny showers, and Loves red darts were
nigh
- But when clos'd, twas like Aprils dark night.
Though the mazes of pleasure he often had trac'd,
Ia ms head sad vacuum he found,
Which reachd down to his breast musing he pac'd
All SO GLIB OR the glitterlng, changable waste,
And he trow',: what would fill up the wound.
so FAuE thou queer creature whom rnortals adore.
Bounce here ia the s,spe-ot fiddle,
And this gap, how twill fill when thy spring adore,
And the men and the boys, ali around, cry encore,
And dance 10 The hgh-dum -diddie -diddie"
Like Apollo of old, verse I'll spend all the day on,
Sweet rhyme'w viii saw up like lumber,
Like The Jersey dance fiddler, months will pay
Lines, short, ong, and common, white paper Ill lay
And prIntdcyiis shall scatter each number
Most s~eetly the Moon-queen wAlk'd into the Hall
O Nox, for neighbouring Wis sir,
Whie NE stars, little rogues, went 10 play, one and
And made game of Gomez, so awkward and tall,
Wmkms sly a. each o.her 20 qIIz her.
This evening (twas winter) his Office Hal sought,
The door ne uuiock'd and IN
Made brBh' cheering lire, Win some wood he had
bought,
Bruslld the hearh. lit candle, sat down to his
thought,
And upon u ha5e book did begin.
The book was so large twas PLACID on table,
And DER he held his large head,
Whish soon grew So heavy ne hardly W able
TO hold II upright DER the book OH the table,
For hoivy II secmd as Of lead.
Now sudden he starts and looks round with surprize,
Gapes vide, and extends his long chin,
For 10 at the window, face he descries,
Wih Two htde cunning, sly, curious eyes,
Winch seem'd wanting place to getin
Amaz'd up he gets, and turns over his chair,
Ana seizes the fight in one hand
10 ,dt window lie rushes, but nothing is there.
FOR the two lt,le eyes IN VAIN doeshe stare,
And ne seem d like cure to stand.
Now slow opes the door, and before the tall wight
maiden majestick is seen
Her figure s sr~ee, and her rfeatures are bright,
Sweety cid IS her hair and her eyes are pure light,
And very enchanting her mein.
In long graceful folds her pure white robes descend,
Her right hand Volume doth mold,
Long wings from hcrsholds's III sof, curls depend,
The spt.t and mortal in harmony blend,--
Ia her ieat hand Trumpet of ,old.
"Pm FAME" cries the mad, and presents him the
book y
uAL staFes, nd replies with grin:
ope TINS volume, She says, sand with prying eyes
look,
And perhaps you may find out a sy little nook
That your name may be written therein"
Must Iwrite it in verse /" he cries out in amaze,
"oyes, she exclaims with smile
iheh 10 write It IN verse he tries various ways,
Ana ms e!es all etme like wild-cAls do gaze,
Ana the nEnacn stands titt' ring the While
The Sorc'ress now laughs, and saws "HAL pray look
out )"
When upwards he looks with dsmav,
For CLAW twice as Big as the Crab-King's so stout,
bangles down through the wall, and seems funbliug
TO drag tue young Lawyer away.
Oh Oh how his flesh like fis ~ in so rough.
And has hair like cats back rt.n,is stiff
And no" through the wall, like a pinch of Scotch
snuff,
Bv damn.ble Giant, all bloody aud pruT,
ishe dragsd without aRi 6g,, or tr -.
That book quoth the Goblin, "belongeth to me-
On those leaves nought but sttr-smalt shall shine;
30 scratch ont them blots you young rogue do you
sec,
Or sptted and roasted, this night YOU shall be,
And glorious hot supper be nine"
Hal scratches his head-"I can't scratch out those
blots -
Cenrous Gisnt--you pinch ike vice
And besides, dearest Sir, will those black dots
Render whiter and lighter the many bright spots 20
o, you dog, how your flesh | will slice."
" Who ar thon J" says HAL,-" I'm the CRITICAL
KING !"
Saws voice, grabbed, harsh. rough and soar,
Which rakes through the head much like young
DAvIp's sling,
And makes the Moons mountains and vallies ring,
ring,