The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1848-02-19
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iioW diiu "HCic w dutuOIS WIltt, are
questions thus answered by correspondent
Of the Home Journal
Lest any romantic reader of charming l..
E. l.. should be led to believe that her pas
sion breathing poems were born in some
fairy bower, under midsummer sky, warm,
rich, and glowing as her own Italian soul,
friend OF hers has recorded that she wrote
in ga homely- looking, almost uncomfortable
room, fronting the street, and barely fur
nished"
After this let no one ask, where the pen
first traced the soft imaginings-the exqui-
site pictures Of ST. Agnes Eve. One would
wish no visions of narrow tables, "worn
writing desks" and ''high backed chairs"
to come between him and Madeline asleep
in the lap of legends DID," with that pure,
dreaming face bathed in the ''pale, silver
twilight OF the fading morn.' >"
And Shelley's song Of melting sweetness
where had it birth'-that song the very es-
sence of all that is beautiful in passion.
"The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream,
The champak -odors fail
Like sweet thoughts in DREAM
Were not those lines written while float
ing on some moonlit sea, in a love-lreighted
bark, "with none to share it but thee and
me, -swayed gently to and fro, over the
ripping waters, with the soul sinking TO
soft slumber, "lulled by the music Of its
measured motion ," Believe il | pray
you.
Campbell wrote best in the morning.
calmly with heart which throbbed never
so tumultuously but he could pause to count
its beatings; Byron, when night and dark
ness, and storm accorded with the lightning
elements of his soul.
Campbell once said, 81 have ever been
an early riser, and have done the chief part
Of my writing before breakfast. = - g -
Ones thoughts then are purer-one's feel
ings more spiritual
A clear-minded divine of New England.
deep thinker and fine scholar, chooses
night, after a day Of severe toll in the open
air, believing that then the mind is strong
est, the Judgment clearest.
Jean Paul, the only one-the man d.
vinely commissioned to write-sittins in
that little room, with his busting mother's
household affairs, and sometimes the chatter
OF gossipping women going on around him,
wrote those beautiful extravagancies, those
sun-bright thoughts, those strange conoeits,
over all which fell a golden radiance from
his cheerful spirit.
Ina quiet part of London, not far from
the Thames, in a second-story chamber, is
Carlyles thOught-shop. Why is it not in
some wild place of that picturesque Scot
land, whose craggy roughness seems stamp
ed with an iron hand upon his rocky ma
ture
Goldsmith wrote hopefully. courageously,
from his meagre garnet. Thompson sketch
ed pictures Of the morning while too indolent
to go forth to breathe its freshness-to be-
hold its beauty.
allow does Barry Cornwall write'" and
where?
''Seated beside this sherris wine
And near 10 books and shapes divine
Which poets and the painters past
Have wrote in lines that aye shall last
Fen |, with Shakspeare's self beside me,
And one whose tender talk shall guide me
Thro' fears and pains and troublous themes
Whose smile doth fall upon my dreams
Like sunshine on a stormy day"
Barry Cornwall writes in his home-a
home whose domestic happiness is refined
by the purest intellectual enioyment-a
home which is a sanctuary, in whose cool,
delicious stiffness, weary heart in man,
shaking of the spirit-slaining dust of the
world at its threshold, could enter, asking
and finding peace and sweet repose. With
the mother and the child--his fair wife and
golden tressed" Adelaide beside him, what
wonder that his fresde lancies should shape
themselves in loving poesy!
Felicia Hemans and L. E. l.. wrote
with the deepest enjoyment to the tones Of
music.