The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1851-08-06
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posed, and on entering the house, wroto
these lines, commencing
"Thou evening star with lcsscning'rdy,
Which lowest to greet tho early dawn
Again thou usherest in the day.
My Mary from my soul was torn
Lest any romantic reader Of L. E. l..
should be led to believe that her pas
sion-breathing poems were born in some
fairy bower, under a midsummer sky,
warm, rich and glowing as her own
Italian soul friend others has records
ed, that she wrote in "a homely-look-
ing, almost uncomfortable room, 'front.'
ing the street, and barely furnished"
After this, let no one ask, where tho
pen first traced the soft imaginings, the
exquisite pictures Of st. Agnes Eve.
One would wish no visions Of narrow
tables, "worn writing desks" and
high,backed chairs" to como down
between him and Madeline, asleep in
the lap of legends old" with that pure
dreaming face bathed in the "pale, sil-
yer twilight OF the fading morn"
"Thc wandering airs they faint
On the dark, tho silent stream,
The champaign odors fall
Like sweet thoughts on DREAM
Were not these lines written while
floating on some moon-lit sea. in love-
| freighted bark, with none to share it
but thee and me-" swayed to and fro
over the ripping waters. with the soul
sinking to soft slumber, lulled by the
music Of its measured motion I" Be-
lieve II l pray you.
Campbell wrote bes, in the morning,
calmly, with a heart which throbhed
never so tumultuously but he could
pause to coun, its bea,ings; Byron.
when night, and darkness, and storm,
accorded with the lightning elements Of
his soul.
Campbell once said. have ever
been an early riser. and have done the
chief part Of my writing before break
fast. . Ones thoughts then are
purer-one's feelings more spiritual"
A clear.minded divine of New Eng
land, deep thinker and fine scholar,
chooses night after day Of severe toll
in the open air, believing tha, then ,he
mind is The strongest and judgment
clearest.
Jean Paul, the only one-the man
divinely commissioned 10 write-sitting
in the little room, with his bustling
mothers household affairs, and some.
times the chatter Of gossiping women
going on around him, wfote those beau
r,ni vAuavagancles, those sun>brlght
thoughts, those strange conccits, over
all which fell golden radiance from his
cheerful spirit.
In a quiet par. Of London, not far
from the Thames, in a second story
chamber, is Carlyle's ihought-shop.
Why is it not in some wild place ofthst
picturesqe Scotland. whose ersggy
roughness seems stamped with an iron
hand upoa his rocky nature,
Goldsmith wrote hopefully, courage'
ou,ly from hi, meagre garret. Thomp-
son ske,ched pictures OF the morning
while too ndolent to 60 forth to breathe
its freshness-to behold its beauty.
How does Barry Cornwall wri.et-
and where
Seated beside this sherris wine
And near to books and shapes divias
Which poets and the painters past
Have wrought in lines that aye shall last
E'enI, with Shakspcare's self beside me,
And one whose tender talk shall cuids me
Through fears and pains and lrouhfd themes,
Whose smile doth fall upon my dreams
Like sunshine on stormy day"
Barry Cornwall writes in his home-a
home whose domestic happiness is re-
fined by the purest intellectual enjoy.
ment-a home which is a sanctuary, in
whose cool, delicious stiffness, a weary
heart in man, shaking off the spirits
staining dust OF the world at the thresh'
old, could enter, asking and finding
peace and sweet repose. With the
mother aud the child-his fair wife and
" golden-tressed Adelaide beside him.
what wonder that his freside fancies
should shape themselve, in loving poe
sy'
Felicia Hemans and L. E. L. wrote
with the deepes, enjoyment TO the tones
of music.
AN EDrroR's VINDIcATIoN OF