Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1827-02-24

POETRY.

Among the xprant, Tor poetic fame, are several
English female writers, who have Of late gained no
small celebrity by their eGusiOus. Mrs. Heman'.
has already begun to soar towards the summit o.
immortal fame, and the less gifted Miss Landon.
whose writings familiar TO most OF u.s. has estao-
lished a reputation, which few ever attain. OF the
two writers Miss Landon, in our opinion is not be
hind Mrs. Hemans, and some Of her production,
have been pronounced by the a5lest critics to be oi
the happiest order.
From the London Literary Gazette, we copy the
following lines by the latter lady, and conceive
them to possess unusual merit. In speaking o.
them, the editor Of the London paper thus informs
the reader upon what thoy were founded.
There are two plates whsch represent l. Death
as a Pilgrim, delivering a letter toa beautiful le
male; AMI then 2, the messenger having discover.
cd himself the lady dead. These are illustrated by
writer whose initials require no favourable men,
tion.
.THE PILGRIM.
And Palmer grey Palmer, by Ga!ilee's wave,
Oh! saw you Count Albert, the gentle and brave
When the crescent waxd faint, aud the red cros'
rushed on,
Oh! saw you him foremost on Mount Lebanon
The Lad sat IN her lonely tower
She woke not her lutte, she touched not Hover;
Though the lutte wooed her hand with Its SILVER
string,
And the roses were rich with the wealth offspring
But she thought not ofthem, for her heart was
afar.
Il was with her knight in the holy war.
She looked in the west,-h was not TO see
The crimson and gold OF the SKY and sea,
Lighted alike by the setting sun,
As rather that day than night were begun;
But II was that star was rising there,
Like diamond set IN the purple air,
The natal star d. her own true night
No marvel the maiden watch'd its light;
Al their parting hour they bade 1t be
Their watch aud slgn OF hdeiity.
Amid the rich and purple crowd
That throDg the vest, ls single cloud,
Differing from all around il sails,
The cradle Of far other gales
Than he soit and southern airs, which bring
But the dew and the fower-sgh on their wing;
L he .omc lark spirits shadowy car,
II floats on and hides the lonely star
While the rest ofthe SKY is b light aud clear,
The sole dark thing in the hemisphere,
But the maiden has turnd from sea and sky.
7" gaze The winding path, where her eye
The pilgrims distant form had ;aln'd;
Ie is surely of the sacred band
Who seek their heavenly heritage
BY prayer, aud toll, and pilgrima.e;
She stsid not TO braid her rave hair
Loose it fow'd on The summer air;
She took no heed Of her svery veIl,--
Her cheek might he kissed by the sun or the gale
She saw but the scroll in the pilgrim's hand,
Add the palm branch that told ofthe Holy Land"
"THE SCROLL.
The maiden's cheek blushed ruby bright,
An her heart beai quick with its OVID delight;
Aean she shoull dwell on hose vows so dear,
Almost rs if her lover we're Iear.
I,tte deemed she that letter would tell
How that true lover fought and fell.
The maiden read till her cheek grew pale
Yol lroopng eye tells all the tale;
She lees her o~r knights last fond prayer
And she reais 10 thai scroll her hearts despair.
o Grave, how terrible art thon,
To young hearts bound in one fond VOW:
o human love hov vsin is the rust;
Hope how soon ar, thou laid IN the dust.
Thou fatal pii grim, who art thou,
A. thou ans'st the black veil from thy shadowy
brow?
Iknow lluse now, dark lord Of the tomb,
b. the pale msiden's withsring bloom;
The liz ht is gone from her CLASSY eye,
And n"r cheek is struck by NOR atty;
PROM n er parted lips there comes no oreath'
For that scroll was e--its bearer, Death
l.. E. L.