Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1832-05-19

And Join the chOirs thar sing
In yon blue dome not reared BY hands
Or, fye stay,
To note the nsecrated hour,
Teach me the airy way,
And let me try your enved power
Above the crowd,
On inward wings could but hy,
I'D battle in yon bright cloud,
And seek the stars that gem the sky.
'rwere heh: en- indeed,
Through fields Of trackisss light to s ar,
On n,ture's charms TO feed,
And natures own great God adore.
Percival seems not to have been much to the
Editors taste Indeed we fear he has 6isappoint
ed general expectation. He has written some
lines, however, which will live while original and
beautiful description retains its power to charm
No one will ever read his Coral Grove without
looking into the very sea itself. Our magma
tons reve in its waves, and explores the wonders
Of the deep.
The Coral Grope -PERcIvAL.
Deep in the wave 10 q coral grove,
Whete the purple mullet and goldfish rove,
Where the sea.a ,wer spreads its leaves of blue,
! That never are wet with falling dew,
But in bright aud chsngefu beauty shine,
Far down in the green and CLASSY brine.
| The foot is of sand, like the mountain DRIFT,
And the pearl shells spangle the finty snow;
From CO al rocks the ap!snts lift
their boughs. where the tides ard pillows how;
The water is calm and stilbe
For the winds and the waves are absent there,
And the sands are bright as the stars that glow
In the motonless field Of upper air.
There, with its waving blade Of green,
The sea Gag streams through the silent water,
And the CRIMSON leaf Of the dulse is seen
n. Ion he'd,
There with slight and easy motion,
I he an.coral sweeps through the clear deep sea-
And the yellow AMI scarlet tufts OF ocean
Are bending like corn on the upland lea:
And life, in rare and beautiful firms
Is sporting amid those bowers of stone,
And is safe, when the wrsthful Spirit of storms
Iiss made the top of the wave his
And when the ship from his fury hes,
Where the m, Rad voices of ocean rUar,
When the wind god frowns in the murky skies,
a nd de mons are waiting the wreck on shore,
fhen far below in the peaceful sea,
The purple mullet and gold fish rove,
Where the waters murmur TRANQUILITY,
Through the bending tw,gs Of the coral grove.
There is no one. perhaps. who has attempted
the Ode with more uniform success than MrPier.
pont. There are several specimens in this COL
lection, which do him much credit He reaches,
with apparent facility, that boldness Of concep.
ton and expression without which failure ia inevi.
table and total in this species Of composition. -
His IS Napoleon at Rest" though no, superior to
many others in the book, gives good idea Of the
pecuIiarties of his manner.
Napoleon at Rest j. PIxaPoxr.
His fachion waved along the Nile,
His hos, he led through Alpine SHOWS,
DER Moscow's towers, that blazed the WHILE
His eagle Hag unroled-and froze!
Here sleeps he now, alone!-not one,
Of all the kings whose crowns he gave,
Bends o'er his dust; nor wife nor son
Has ever seen or sought his grave
Behind the sea.girt rock. the star
That led him on from crown to crown
Has sunk, and nations from afar
Gazed as it faded and went down.
High is his tomb; the ocean food.
Far, fsr below. by storms is cured-
As round him hesved. while high he stood,
my and unstable world.
Alone he sleeps: the mountain cloud.
That night hangs round him, and the breath
OF morning scstters, is the shroud
That wraps the conqueror's clay in death.
Pause here! The far off world at lsst
Breath free; the hand that shock its thrones
And to the earth its mitres cast,
I.iee poweress now beneath these stones
Hark! Comes there from the pyramids,
And from Siberian wastes Of snow,
And Europe's hills voice that bids
The world he awed to mourn him,-No,
The only. the perpetual dirge
That's heard here is the sea.bird's cry
The rnournful murnur Of the SURGE
The clouds deep voice the winds low sigh.
The last selection for which we have space is
dedication hymn by Willis. This is enough to
convince US, if we were not convinced before,