American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1822-09-03
From the Northern Wig.

The poet MOORE has no where else combined
such vigour of thought and EXPRESSIONS har-
mony of numbeFs-as distinguish the following ex-
quisite stanzas. Considered merely as the upbraid-
ings of fond, injured, but dgnfed oman, on find
ing her hopes deceived, and her affe ctons blghted
by the profligacy OF him whom they rested, they
breathe the genuine language OF such as have been
made to feel the grief of hearts forsaken"
But this is not all. Under the veil of an admira
bly, well sustained figure, the poet has INDUCED in
the most pointed satire that has ever been applied
10 Political apostate. 1t is well known that the
present king of England, before his accession to the
regency, was strongly opposed to the adminstra-
tons OF Pitt and Percival and hence became the i.
dol of the Wing Party in England, and OF the
Catholic interest in Ireland, who both looked for
ward to his elevation 20 the government, the for
emancipation. the other for power and patronage -
In one thing at least, he has initiated the prince
whose life and character he is said to have wished
to emulate. Like Henry Y. he deserted his former
friends in the very moment of his advancement to
power but here, il is feared, the resemblance
ceases.
Moore represents him as the hope OF Erin, whose
ooundless Partially saw only in his debaucheries
and extravagancies "the CLEANS Of future glory
But when her deusion was at length dispeed, and
she was constrained to admit 1.-THE unwelcome story
of his perfdyin the bitterness of self repi zach
she exclaims--
"The heart whose hopes could make it
Trust one false, so low,
Deserves that thou shouldst break it -
The third stanza is particularly beautiful through
out the icomaRish reproach that youth it's bloom
has she'd" without being succeeded by the flights
OF age" is in strict keeping of character and the
slnile in which the smiles OF parasites are estimated
appears to us in the highest degree poetical.
When first met thee warm and young,
There shone such truth about thee,
And on thy lips such promise hung,
did not dare to doubt thee.
saw the change, yet still relied,
Still chung with hope the fonder;
And thought though false to all beside,
From me thou could'st not wander.
But go. deceiver, go!
The heart whose hopes could make it
Trust one so false. so low,
Deserves tina, thou shouldst break it |!
When every tongue thy follies named,
fled the unwelcome story:
Or found, in cen the faults they blamed,
Some CLEANS of future glory
| still was true when nearer friends,
| Conspired to wrong and slight thee:
| The heart that now thy falsehood rends,
Would then have bled to right thee.
| But go, deceiver go 4!
/ Some day, perhaps thoult waken
4 From Pleasures dream to know
/ The grief of hearts foysaken.
/ Ev'n now, though youth its bloom has shed,
| No lights of age adorn thee
| The few who loved thee once, have fled
4 And they who f1atter, scorn thee;
| Thy midnight cup is pledged to slaves,
No genial ties enwreath it
j The smiling there, like light on graves,
| Has rank, cold hearts, beneath it
| Go-go-though worlds were thine,
| would not now surrender
| One tantess tear Of mine,
1 For all thy guilty spiendor!
And days may come, shou false one, yet,
! When cen those ties shall sever.
And thou shalt call with vain regret,
On her thou'st lost for ever;
On her, who, in thy fortunes fall,
With smiles had still received thee,
i And gladly died to prove thee all
i Her fancy first believed thee,
Go--go--'tis vain to curse,
i IT'S weakness to upbraid thee
| Hate cannot wish thee worse
Than guilt aud shame have made the,