The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1903-06-27

And the sea yawned around her like
a hell,
And down she sucked with her the
whirling wave
Like n who grapples with his enemy,
And strives to strange him before he
die.
And first one universal shrek there
rushed
Louder than the loud ocean, like a
crash
OF echoing thunder; and then all was
hushed,
Save the wild wind and the remorse-
less dash
OF pillows. but at intervals there
gushed,
Accompanied with a c%onvulsive splash,
A solitary shrek. the bubbling cry
OF some strong swimmer in his
agony"
His description was never o mi
mute, he sketched happily, and select
ed fully, rapidly and boldly. His writ
ings do not reflect nature in all its
infinite changes of climate, scenery
and season. He portrayed with sur
prising force such objects as were
adapted to the sombre coloring of his
pencil. THE mountains, the cataract,
the glacier, the ruin-objeets inspiring
owe and melancholy seemed more
congenial to his poetical disposition
than those of joy and gratitude" His
dramatic talent was not his genius,
vigorously as he portrayed emotions
he could not deal successfully with
characters. His characters do not
have that degree of variety and con-
trast which is requisite for dramatic
effect. Scarcely any moral good is de-
rived from the splendid poetry of
Byron. II tends rather to shake off
confidence in virtue and diminish our
a%bhorance of vice, to palliate crime
and to unsettle our notion of right
and wrong. Even the virtuous senti-
ments are assigned to such worthless
characters that it would have been
better for the cause of morality had
they never been written. Frequently
our sympathy is solicited in behalf OF
a crime. Alp, Conrad, Juan. Hugo.
Lara and Manford may be cited as
examples. Resistance to the will of
the creator is presented as dignifed
and commendable obedience and faith
as mean. slavish and contemplate.
Yet at times when Byron thought of
his past life with regret and of the
little daughter in England. his poetry
was sad and full of tenderness. In
"Childe Harold" he ends his poem
with the ocean be cause it seemed the
Only fitting place to him.
nd l have loved thee. Ocean, and
my joy
Of youthful sports was on my breast
to be
Borne. like thy bubbles onward; from
a boy
[ wantoned with thy breakers-they
to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening
sea
Made them a terror twas a pleasing
fear
For l was as il were a child of thee.
And trusted to thy pillows far and
near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane-as
l do here
Farewell! a word that must be and
hath BEEN
A sound which makes us linger; vet
farewell!
Yei who have traced the Pilgrim to
the scene which
Is his last, if in your memories dwell
A thought which once was his. if one
We swell
a single recollection not in vain
He wore his sandal, shoon and seal
lop shell;
Farewell! with him alone may rest
the pain
If such there we're with you. the
moral Of his strain"
In the farewell to his wife, his ten
dernes is most strongly portrayed.
This feeling was seldom with him for
he was constantly reminded of the
wrongs done him and he was kept
IN a state of hatred and pain. Tender
pieces were seldom written but when
in such a mood he could not be ex-
celled.
Fare thee we'll, and if forever.
Stlll forever, fare thee we'll:
Even though unforgiving, never
Galnst thee shall my heart rebel.
Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;
Love may sink by slow decay.
But by sudden wrench believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away:
ana when thou would solace gather.
When our child's first accents flow.
Wilt thou teach her to say. Father"
hough his care she must forego?
But tbs done all-words are idle
Words from me are vainer still:
But the words we cannot bride
Force their way without their will
Fare thee welli-thus disunited.
Tern from every nearer tie.
) ca niderrae shrdlu rdlu lu lu lu lu
Scared in heart and lone and blighted
More than this scarce can die"
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