Edwardsville spectator. [volume] (Edwardsville, Ill.) 1819-1826, 1825-09-24
POETRY.


POETRY.
We would give the fairest plume that coull
be fabricated from the teathery top of oui
"gray goose-quil"--sy and the pointed
shaft" with all the poetic inspiration there
TO belonging, in the bsrgan--to know whe
sher the author Of the following beautiful
lines is returned to bis native land. We
could not deny our vanity the qualification
Of ntimatng, thus darby, that the gifted
writer is known to us. Tie is, in fact, dear
dear friend;s and the recognition of hi'
hand in an eastern paper has awakened sucf
feelings as almost to serve in lieu of poetic
fire so that we could
take down the long neglected harp"
And thrum away, until our readers would
perhaps, wish us to
"Hang it up at the friendly door"
Tor the use of some greater favorite of thC
MUSES..
If our query can be answered in the affirma
tive, we hope the "young Arion" will give
us some token
ED. SrEc.
From the New.York National Advocate.
Lines written on the Island Of ELBA.
The heart that feels as have felt,
When forced from kindred hearts to sever,
The idol scenes where youth has dwelt,
To leave, and leave perhaps forever
Altho' no sign may tell its woe,
Will throb with sorrows deepest throe,
4 fathers burning hand wrung,
kiss'd mothers pallid cheek,
But not word escaped my tongue;
felt too much, too much to speak
That parting hour-that sad adieu-
Worlds would not tempt me to renew.
bly, foot is on foreign strand;
But let me wander where viii,
I can't forget my native land,
NY heart is with my kindred stlil;
NY dreams by night, my thoughts by day,
Are of the lov'd ones far away.
when VespeI lights the evening star,
And signing zephyrs curl the waves,
Memory recalls the scene afar,
Where erst followed to their graves,
with bursting heart and burning eye,
Tvs sisters early doomed TO die.
think ofyears too idly wasted,
When learning call'd me to her bowers;
But all, the circean-cup tasted,
Madd. nd my brain, enerved my powers,
And learning's call was disobeyed-
sought for pleasure-found shaded
4 think Of her whose heart of truth
Is crumbling now to kindred clay,
Eliza, torn in sinless youth
From me and from the world away
Upon those lips, my lips have priest,
The fostering worm s cch'd to rest
The eye that bcam'd whene'er it met me
The cheek that blush'd when love was
spoken;
The voice that babe me not forget thee
Forget thee, no! my heart is broken;
But mid the veins of that torn heart
While yet it throbs, there, there thou art
Thine eye is quench'd, thy cheek is cold,
And in far, far grave thou'r sleeping
But oft in fancy behold,
And DER that timeless grave lie weeping
IN vain strive this grief to hush,
The burning tears but faster gush.
1--WE left nv land-I've left thy grave;
All that love in life or death;
WHY am DER the heaving wave'
Whatseek here Fame's fleeing breath
A crowds applause-a transient name
This isle might teach how poor is fame.
The prison isle of him whose glance
Sent awe throughout the world around ;
WHO DER the brow offallen France
A sun-bright wreath of glory bound
A corenal of crowns-each gem
Some conquered nations diadem!
Come hither peasant tell me where
Is he who dwelt in yonder vale'
CT Senior, neither know nor care,
Yie came, he's gone: tho brief the tale
.sTis ALI have to tell" He came,