Daily Richmond Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1828-1831, 1830-05-01
t,.os, The Pennsylvania Inquirer.

MISS LANNON'S POEMS
We have looked over this beautiful little volume
(which has lately been published by Cotton and Ba-
yard Of Boston,l with the greatest pleasure. 1t is
not only neatly got up, but contains some of the
most beautiful passages of poetry, not cXcced even
by the boosted muse of Mrs. Hcmans There is not
that continual harpng the melancholy keys of The
feelings, in Miss Landons Poems, in those of Mrs
IL, IN which we have no release being kept in one
continued veil of gloom. The misfortunes and sor-
rows Of human life imaginary than real
and usualy the consequences of our own errors:
a. ell events, they hcme which should be breath
cd but seldom, for, when feelings became famil.
lar with the sounds, they lose their effect and are
harsh and dss0nant. A little of this sentiment he
trays itself occasionally in Miss LIS Poems but
which is amply redeemed by the bright and glitter
ing drapery which she throws around it There is
however in her stanzas, more of the fanciful than
sublime; they seem like bouquet of flowers woven
together, 10 dazzle with the Diihancy of their CO.
!nurs, and perfume with their fragrance. Miss Ian
don has long been known to the public, under the
Signature of l.. 8. L., and the little fugitves bear
ing it have been universally admired She is also
the authorcss Of volume Uf poems published some
t;:se since, containing the Improvsatrice and some
others. fhe first poem in the volume now before Us,
is the Venetian Bracelet tale Of Italy, and con-
sequen,ly Of Love, jealousy and Revenge. Miss L,
has portrayed these admirably. There is in the po-
etry, ali The pathos of feeling and sentiment combn
ed with melody and the beauties of imagination.
Amenade, the heroine of the tale, is young peasant
girl, and is loved by the Count Leoni who is in the
join he army of the state, and on his return is mar
Ticd to English lady of rank and fortune to whom
he has been long betrOthed. In the mean time, Am
enaidc, in consequence Of the death Of her father
who is Geonese noblemnn, the Count Alhori, but
who, In consequence of poverty and misfortune has
concealed his rank, becomes heiress TO his title
There 10 nothing now to prevent her union with Lee
oni; she TO wed him as the peasant girl of
Genon, but as the noble Countess Of Afori We
have room for few quotations, in which Miss l.. has
beautifully and POLITICALLY described the conflict of
passion, and the agony Of feeling. The following
is fraught with the utmost expressive language
aud breahes, as it were, the very soul of poetry
'iier hair was parted her brow, each braid
Black as the dark.wlns d ravens darkest shade,
And gathered up with dIamonds-few there
Just stars to light the midnight of her hair,
Her bSauty's fault had been it was too cold;
Features too tranquil in their perfect mould,
a cheek somewhat too pale; but night
The eye was sparkling and the cheek was bright
Gently she glided to a balusirade,
Where jessamine pleasant shadow nade
" raised marvel had her hand
With It's white beauty link'd the saTaband;
And seldom did she join the gay,
Where the light aatiery gains its gided way;
They seldom won more than few cold words
As when unskiul hands awake the chords
OF some oTn lutte, the music of whose tone
Lives for one touch, and only for that one
She dwelt within the circle of her heart,
charm'd world, lovely, lonely, and apart,
Where IL had seem'd to her as sin and shame
Augh there had enterd not IN his dear nane'
Leoni arrives, and Amenade is shown the lads
whom he is to wed. She meets him With n forced
conposute; and an affected indifference. which Miss
pride ciooks the ernotlons--weavIng kind Of unho-
ly calm around the cOuntcnAnce, while the suul i
writing in the agonies Of despair. When Anne
Made gains her chamber, she gives vent TO her feel
ngs and sinks in a swoon on the floor
"1'he last step died upon tho marble STAIR
She spana towards the door,-the bolt is ihere;--
She tried the spring, gave one keen look around,
huiteT'd "alone" and dash'd her on the ground.
Copse.likc she lay, her dark hair wildly thrown
Far the floor before her; white stone
As rigid stretched each hand,-heT face was ptessd
Close IN the earth; and hot the heavng vest
Fold Of son,e pang the shuddering frame conesSd,
She seem'd as stricken down by instant death"
We have not room for any more quotations fror
this poem; indeed IT would be difficult TO select pas
sage in which there is not fine language and poeti
cal ideas. II is tale Of Italy most true--one Whic
cells the truth of Love, the pangs Of jealousy an
tho triumph Of Revcnge-but it ia a poem whicl
bcaihes ell the passionate devotion, all the pure an
forvent feelings Of affection, which prevade the fe
male bosom-the bright dousiye dream in which tn
whole soul is absorbed. We will not develope an
more of the incidents Of the Poem, as it would de-
stroy the interest Of reading it, but recommend al
our readers to peruso It.
The next poem in the volume to which we wi
refer, is the Lost Plcind, tale Of the stars--nn
rather an old one-but one which has been cothe
by Miss l.. in all the rich aud gilded drapcry OF poe