Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1828-08-02

of mans fir tdlsobedIcnce anu the fWt
of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Rrouph, death INTO the world, and all our woe,
With iGss Of Eden, It'll one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blisstul seat,
Sing Heavenly Muse, sc.
What a striking contrast between the two!-
Pol,ok's pony, you may see, lalready di'.ahceaJ
|, ayes the pole with a Ilmping loot, while Mil
lens Pegasus (snufhiHg hea'en) sp'lngs away
from it-at once-like d horse Tltn wings, a"d
like himstlf-into The skies.
But perhaps our poet is only intending 10
observe the critical rule OF Horace, an" begins
in smoke to make The biazr Of his FLOWING htt
the more brili:an, when II comes. we "il
sec, then, how his g,nlus glows when II IL 'a'r-
" kjndled, and 20 give him every an>anlast,
we shall turn Over al ono TO hi, account oFthe
6nal Ionflagre:ior, where we may naturally
expect to fad it b,eykng nut in all it, %spltnd"r
And overlooking here his weak fancy "ireprs
sen,;ny the Gene Us u mere picture drawn
"on >pa, ious canvass,'' Instead of giving Us the
thinp self in vision at east lei us see what
a fine IT cuts in MS lines. Here are some OF
them: &.
See how the mountains, how the valleys burn!
The Andes burn, the Alps, the Apennines;
Taurus and Atlas, all the islands burn;
The ocean burns, and rolls his waves ct flame,
See how the lightning, barbed, red with WRATH
Sent from the Qu'NCT " oi'it'l''tS'1S
Cross and re-cross the fiery gloom, and burn
Into the centre, burn without, within,
And help the native fires. which God awoke
And kind'edw tn the fur ct his wrath.
rs tnIv tr ubed noW she seems 10 shake;
The fl ,me =, dividing, now u mo'n' mt tall;
And now in one conglomerated mass,
Ri ing, they glow, Oh high proo'gto'.s baSe'
Then fsii.a and sink az in, as y Wifhtn'
THE fuel burnt TO ashes toos consumed
So burned the earth, sc.
Now We doubt whe, her any common school
boy could describe the burninE oi a 30 hre,
with its m,sr prodiglous olaz /" burning,
burning, burning, and going GU, al last WIN l S
iuei, Of shingles, or shaving, or w'a'eN'r u
might be, all " burn, to ashes" in a style more
clearly fsigid than this, and we ate sure that
there wa, barely a paragraph in any one OF our
papers on iHe late burning OF the Bowtry inca
IT that had not more of the true fre OF poetry
in it than there is in this admired passage.
But it would no, e fair TO juds e Of OR at
lhor's talent for the sublime BY a S nsl" sneci'
men Certainly not; and we shall therefore,
turn back a Ii lie, and Try him az in in another
place or two. The following is his account OF
the portents tina, preceded he last day.
Meantime the earth gave symptoms of her end;
Aud all the scenery above proclaimed
That the great last catastrophe was near.
THE sun at rising staggered and fell back,
.asone too early up utter q night
Or Llte debaueAs then rose and hone again
Brighter than wont, aud ,ickenrd again, and paus
In zenith altitude, as one tatguedi led
And shed q feebled twilight ray at noon,
Rousing the wolf before his time to chase
The shepherd and his sheep, that sought for light,
And darkness found, astonshed, terrified;
Then out of course rolled furious down the west,
rs chariot reigned by n1oktUard chariofeer,
And ,eaitiag al the gate, he on the earth
Gassd as he thoughtM ne'er might sect again;
.The Course of lime; A Poem, in Ten Books, by
l Robert Pollok, A Nj,