The Portland gazette. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1818-1824, 1823-09-02

The sea-bom sailor OF his shell canoe,
The ocean Nab, the fairy Of the sea.
Seems Ear less fragile. and alas more free
He, when the Lightning wing d tornados sweep
The surge, is saie-his porti in the deep
And triumphs Ger the Armadas of mankind,
Which shake the world, yet crumble in the wind.
The following passages are Introductory tc
the loves of Torquil, one of the mutineers
and Neuha the heroine, who is native of the
Island and sample of South-Sea beauty.
" When every flower was blooom. and air was balm
And the firsf breath began 10 stir the palm,
The hrst yet volceess wind TO urge the wave,
And gently 10 refresh the thirsty cave
Where sat the songstress with the stranger boy,
Who taught her passions desolaiing Joy,
Too powerful over every heart, but NEST
Der those who know not how il may be lost;
Ger those who, burning in the newborn FIRE,
LIKE martyrs reTel in their funeral pyre,
With snch devotion 10 their ecstacy,
That life knews no such rapture as to die
-Anc 0iethey do; for earthsIy life has nought
Match with that burst Of nature, even in thor;
And all our dreams of better life above
But close IN one eternal gush Of love-"
: Dusky like Night. but Night with all her stars,
Or cavern sparkling with its native spar;
With eyes that wear a language and spell
A form like Aphrodite's in her shell;
With all her loves around her on the deep,
yoiUptuous as the first approach Of sleep;
Yet full of hfe-for through her tropick cheek
The blush would make its way. and all but speak
The sunbom blood sufused her neck, and threw
Ger her clear Butbrown skin, lucid hue,
Like coral reddening through the darkened wave
Which draws the diver to the Crimson cave"
The following eulogy on Tobacco cannot
lay claim to great delicacy bit it is a dne
specimen Of burlesque and mock sentiment,
with which the writings Of Byron SO much
abound
|" But here the herald Of the self.ssme mouth
Came breathing DER the aromatick south,
Not like " bed Of Violets" on the gale,
Bat such as watts its cloud DER grog or ale,
Borne from short irail pine which yet had blown
Its gentle odours over either zone,
And pulled where er winds rise or waters roll.
Had waited smoke from Portsmouth to the Pole
Opposed its vapour as The lightning flashed,
And rocked midst mountain pillows unabashed
TO Eolus constant sacrifice,
Through every change Of all the varying skies
And what was he who bore il 81 may err
But deem him sailor or philosopher
Sublime Tobacco which from east to west
Cheers the tar's laboar or the Turkman's rest:
Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides
His hours, and rivals opium and his brides
Magnificent in Stamboul, hut less grand
Though not less loved in Wrapping or the Strand;
Divine in book as, glorious in pipe.
When tippd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlinely when daring in full dress
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy aked beauties-giye me Cigar -
We have room for only one more extract.
and that contains one of the most finished
.pictures, which we recoliect to have seen from
the pen OF this poet. 1t is descriptive Of the
junction of cascade with the ocean. The
whole scene is charmingly picturesque, and
delineated in such vivid colours and with such
exactness, that the painter would find no diff
fculty in transferring it to the canvass. New
er was the swell of the ocean so forcibly and
elegantly described in single couplet:
+" Beside the jutting rock the few appeared.
Like the last remnant Of the red deers herd
Their eyes were feversh, and their aspect worn,
Bot still the hunters blood was on their horn
A little stream came tumblng from the height
And Struggling into ocean as ii might,
Its bounding ohrystal frolicked 10 tie ray
And gushed from cleft TO crag with satless spray
Close on the wild, wide ocean, yet as pure
Aud fresh as innocence, and more secure
It's silver torrent ghitered DER the deep,
As the sly channels eye o'erlooks the Steep
While far below the vast and sullen swell
OF oceans Alpine azure rose and fell.
To this young spring they rushed-al feelings first
Absorbed in PASSIONS and in natures thirst
Drank as they do who drink ther-la last and threw
Their arms aside 70 reyel in its dew;
Cooled their scorched threats, and washed the gory
stains,
From wounds whose only bandage might be chains;
Then when their drought was quenched, looked
sadly round,
As wondering how SO many still were found
Alive and feuerless hut silent ALL
Each sought his fellows eyes as if 10 call
On him for language, which bis lips denied,
AS though their voices with their cause had died"