Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1830-03-11

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ifoetc nightmares without head or feet
"The following is pointed, and feIicitously
Expressed:
Then glide down Grub street, fasting and
forgot,
Laughed into Lethe by some quaint Review,
| whose wit IS never t'oubsesoma liil--irus.'
cor the graver parts, the annexed is ia
ivorabie specimen;
New words find credit in these latter DAYS.
lfnestly grated on Gallo phrase,
What Chsucer, Spencer, did,w scarce refuse
| To Dryden's or TO Pope's maturer muse.
W you can add little, say, why not,
rs well as William Pit, ind Walter Scott
since they, by force of rhl me force of lung $,
Enr'ch'd our islaod'siIl united tonguesl
| lis thine, and shall be lawful 20 present
Reforms in writing. as ~ Parliament
AZ forests shed their foliage by degrees,
50 fade expressions which in ees on please;
Add We and ours, alas, are due TO fste,
AID works and words bun dwindle To date.
Tough Ms sMonsrcb mods and commerce calls,
! lmpetuous rivers stagnste in canals;
Though swsmps subdued and MARSHES drain'd
| sustain
The heavy ploughshare and the yellow grain !;
Aad risHg ports along ibe briny shore
Protect the vessels from old Oceans roar.
4
| he love of letters half preserves he past;
l'rue--ssme decay, yet not few survive,
Though those shall sink which now appear to
thrive,
As custom arbitrates, whose sbiftiag sway
Our lie ard language must alike obey
There is a melancholy letter from Lord
Byron to Mr.. Dallas, dated 18th October,
1911, in which he says
"Itseem. as though we're to experience in
| my youth the greatest misery Of age. NV
friends fall around rue, and shall be left
lonely man before am withered. Other men
can always take refuge in their families:
have no resource but my own reflections, and
they present no prospect here or hereafter,
except the selfish satisfaction of surviving my
betters. | am, indeed, very wretched. . +. .
"Of the same date (says Mr.. Moore) with
this melancholy letter are the following YER
ses, never before printed, which he wrote in
answer TO some lines received from a friend,
| exhorting him to be cheerful, and to danish
care They will show with what gloomy
fidelity, even while under the pressure of re-
cent sorrow, he reverted to the disappointment
of bis early affection, as the chief source of
all his sutierings and errors, present and to
'Newstead Abbey, Oct IL. 1911.
Oh, Danish csre'-sLcb ever be
The motto Of thy revelry,
| Psrchsnce OF mine. when wassail nights
| Renew those ristous delights,
| Wherewi,h the cb iiren Of despair
! Lul! the lone cart, sad 'banish care.'
| But not in morn's refec,ing hour,
| when present, past and future lower,
When all loved is chsnged-is gone,
| Mock with such taunis the woes OF one
] Whose every 'hougbt-but let them piss
| Thou kpew'st AN not what was.
| But, above ell, if this worlds hold
| Place in heart that ne'er was cold,
| BY all the powers that men revere,
| BY all INTO my bosom dear,
| Thy joys below. Thy hopes above.
Speak-sPesk Of any thing but love.
'Twese long to tell. and vain TO hear
| The tale of one who scorns a tear;
| Add there is little in that tale
| Which better bosoms would bewai.
| But mine has suffered msrs than we'll
/ 'rwouid suit philosophy to tell.
I've seen my bride another's brides
Have seen her seated by his side
| Have seen the infant which she bore,
| Wear the sweet smile the mother wore,
When she and in youth have smiled,
| AS fond and fsultiess as her ahiic;
Have seen her eyes in cold disdains
Ask it felt no secret pain;
| And have acted well my part,
| And made my cheek belle my heart.
Re,urn'd the freely glance she gave.
| Yet felt the while that woman's slave;
Have klss'd, as il without design.
| The babe, which ough, to have bean mine,
| And shoa'd, alas. in each caress,
| Time hath not made me love the less
| But let this psss-I'll whine no more;
Nor seek again en- Eastern shore,
| The world hefits a busy brain
| III HE ms TO its hsunis again
| But II in some succeeding yesr
| When Brtsn's sMsy Is in the sere'
| Thou hearst of one whose deep'ning crimes
/ Suit with the sablest Of the times
0fo one whom Love nor Pity sways,
| Nor hope of fame, nor good mems praise;
One. who In stern Ambitions pride,
Perhaps not blood shall turn aside;
| One rank d in SEINE recording page
i With the worst ansrchs of the age;
Him wilt thou know and knowing, pause,
Nor with the effect f.rget the cause
ssThe anticirations of his own future career
lin these concluding lines, are of nature, it
must be owned, to awaken more of horror
THAN of interest, were we not prepared by so
Imany instances of his exaggeratlon in this
respect, not to be startled at any lengths to
(which the spirit of self-libelhng would carry
him. 1t seemed as If with the power oil
painting fierce and gloomy personages, he
bad also the ambition to be himself the dark
lssublime he drew and that in his fondness for
1.-THE delineation of heroic crime he endeavor.
led to fancy, where he could not find, in his