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F., AZ Mr. Moore intended "a moral In
tere.t" from the pages Of his brilliant
poem, tit is really brilliant with
plumes, and light, and sParkles and
stars.1 we draw this moral from hls
first story, viz. The "unheavenilest"
of the angels ID punished for entertain.
ing human passion-and the virtue OF
ambition flor 1t seems IN this instance,
ambition in woman, was virtue,) Is
rewarded with celestia eXaltation.
The second story Is somewhat better
related; bui the moral much worse.
RuBI, one of the cherubim, or as Moore
has it, splrlts of knowledge" appears
to have been very ignorant OF his own
nature and powers. Though near the
eternal throne, he too casts his eyes on
earth-falis in love with damsei
! whose passion was knoulsdge, who re-
furns his love, and seeks in air, tire,
| sea. and earth, Ior the science OF natu
raj history and the arcana OF nature
She carried her passion, however. RAJ
Their too far and Rubi had not Enop.
LEDGE enough to anticipate the conse"
| ouences. LsLIs had dreamed that che
had embraced ner heavenly spouse
| in all his glory, and she prayed of him
to grant her that sight, that sensation.
The .o!lowing catastrophe is exquisite
| ly re 4 ted-'tis full Of power and brill
4 liancy. She begs
I &c Let me this once but feel the fame
| Oftnose spre cad wings, the very pride
Sc Will change my nature, and this frame
( "By the mere touch be deitied !"
After some description, the cherub
| continues
| How was to refuse? how say
One word that in her heart, could stir
a fear. a doubt but that each ray
! | brought from heaven belonged to her
| Slow from her side rose, while she
Stood up, too, mutely, tremblingly,
| But not with fear, all hope, desire,
she waited for the awful boon,
Like prieste,ses, with eyes OF ire
Watching the rise OF the full moon,
Whose bea ms they know, vet cannot shun--
Will madden them when took'd 'pon!
OF all nv gis,ies, the bright crown,
Which. when 1 last from heaven came down,
lett see, were those clouds afar
Sail through the est there hangs it yet,
Shining remote. more like star
Than fall'n angels coronet--
Of all my gIories. thi, alone
Was wanting brtth' iumin'd brow,
The curls, like tendrils hat had grown
Out of the sun --thc 9, es that now
Had loves liz mt added to their own,
And shed blaze, before unknown
Fen to Intensely es--th' unfolded wings
From which, as from two radiant springs,
Sparkles fell fast around, like spray
All could bring of heavens array,
OF that rich panoply Of charms
Cheruh moves in on the day
Of his best pomp, now puton;
And, proud that in her ewes shone
Thu. glorious, ghded in her arms,
Which still Though at sight so splendid
Her zzled brow had instantly
SINK on her breast, were wide extended
To clasp the form she burst not see!
The Consequence was that the lady
was consumed to ashes in this burning
embrace. 1t is related with much
beauty and vigor Of language, but our
limits will no. admit the extract
Here again we perceive the defect IN
the moral" The angel of know
ledge is remarkable ignorant, and the
love of knowledge not prohibited, is
punished by divine vengeance There
is no analogy in the case OF Eve She
was forbidden to tas'e
The third angels story is rather dull:
however, the defect is not his, as t
! was found.
"Upon the tablet. that OF old.
By Cham were from the delnge sav'd."
The "mordI" ia nere most defective.
For al'hoag Zarapht was among the
angels nearest the eternal throne, and
consequently. committed the greatest
sin by his disobedience, yet he is per.
mirted to ENJOY immortal love aad con
nubial bliss on earth, while his two eel
! low sufferers are punished with the loss
Of love and heaven!
Notwithstan nd ng these Extravaganza,
Moore's poem is full of rich descrip'
ton and felicitous touches. lie has
drunk a the fount of Milton; and if
the draught has not touched MS heart.
it has certainly warmed his magma
ton, HIS characteristics as a poet are
particularly developed in this las! pro-
duction. A kind of enthusiasm, ale
most inebriety seems to perVade his
descriptions. He has no sentiment.
You neither laugh nor weep at any
thing he writes, but your fancy is kept
in action, and you cannot but admire
the rich and glowing colours of his
landscapes, and the amatory warmth of
his words. Still he is too material
M. o..s;onore hoinre drau not their