Richmond daily Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1842-1861, 1843-07-27
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The neat poem we take up h by Sir Edward Iytton Blu
vsf aud - In more stately vein. Sir Edward reversin
Ne usual order o literary progression Of late TO hav
abandoned the Huntington Common OF prose the Temp
poetry. Par be IL from chde him for the detection
Mes-s. Saunders & Obey know best whether the thre
volume system may be prohtaby continued. But q
undivided Irritation Of the Muses. we certainly think tina
sir Edward is rather old for the task IL quite Legitimate
for boys
To sport with Amaryllis In the shade,
Or with the tangles Of NGra's hairs
bu, when gentlemen vcging the fOrtes quit
a different affair.
A MIDNIGHT MEDITATION.
ny SIR n. l.. BULwKR
Fill inc the foamine pewter up!
Another board Of oysters, ladye mine
Tonight Lueullus with himself shall sup;
These mute inglorous Millions are diyine
And as i here in sipper'd recne,
Quitting OF Perkins Entire my ell,
sigh not Tor the lymph Of Aganippe's nil.
nobler inspiration fires my brain,
Caught from Old England's fine time. haow'd drink,
snatch the pot again and yet again,
And as the foaming fluids shrink and shrink
Fill me once more, say, up the brink
This makes strong heads its charm;
This nerves the might that sleeps Bnains brawny
arm,
But these remarks are neither here nor there.
Where was 2 Oh, sec old Southcy's dead.
They'll want some bard to all the vacant chair,
And drain the annual butt-and oh, what head
More lit with laurel to be garanded,
Than this which, curled with many fragrant coil,
Breahcs Of Castalias and best Macsssar oil
know a grace is seated on my brow,
Like young Apollo's with his golden beams
There should APolo's bays be budding now
And in my flashing eyes the radiance beams,
That marks the poet in his waking Dreams
When, as his ancies cluster thick and thicker
lie feels the trance divine of poesy and liquor.
They throng around me now, those things of air,
That from my fancy took their beings stamp:
There Pelham sits and twirls his glossy hair,
There Clifford leads his pals upon the tramp:
There pale Zanoni, bending DER his lamp,
Roams through the starry wilderness of thought,
Where all is every thing, and every thing is nought
Yes, am he who sung how Aram
The gentle ear OF pensve Madeline,
How love and murder hand in hand may run,
Cemented by philosophy serene,
And kisses bless the spot where gore has been
Who breathed the melting sentiment OF crime,
And for the assassin walked sympathy sublime.
Yes, am who the Novel shed
Obscure philosophy's enchanting light
Until the public, wilder'd they read,
Believed they saw that which not in sight,
OF course twas not for me to put them right
For IN my Utmost heart convinced am,
PhOsophys as good any other fam.
Novels three-volumed shall write no more;
Somehow other they will not sell,
And TO invent new passions is bore,
find the magazines pay quite well.
Translatings simple, too as | can tell,
Who've hawked at Schiller on his lyric throne,
And given the nstonsh'd bard a meaning all my own,
Moore, Campbell Wordsworth their best days grsssd
Battered and broken their early Tyres;
Rogert, pleasant memory OF the past
Wamedhis young hands at Smithfed's martyr fres'
And worth plum, nor bays nor butt desires.
But these are things would suit me to the letter.
For though this Stouts good, old Sherry greatly Better
4 hco for your small poetic ravens,
Your Hunts, your Tennysons, Mackays and these .
Shall they dispute with him who wrote Maluavers,
Sequel TO Alice, the Mysteriesl
No! Even my glance prophetic
My own high brow girt with the bays about
What no. within there, no! another pint of Stout.
Majestic these are, Sir Edwards vision Of
lese bays must, fear, remain strictly poetcal one
chance Of her Majesty converting into reality
Our selection shall be poem by the bard who
his lyric notes by the banks Of the fragrant Moend
ar, investing his native GorbalS in
The light that on sea or land,
The conservation and the poets dream.
The transaction from the stately cadence of the
quoted the dOwnrghiness and simple Doric Of
what about quote somewhat abrupt. But the
onirast may TO bring engaging relief the
eauties Of