ART. VI. English Lyricks. pp. 60. 8vo. 2s. 6d. Cadell and Davies. THIS lyre is no common lyre; and it is attuned by no common hand. In these hours of depreffion and fufpence, it boafts a peculiar charm. Were the mufes unusually vocal, we should still linger to these delightful tones; but when the graces are driven into folitude, and their harps fufpended from "the willows," we confefs that we are led captive" by this inftrument, and that we rejoice to communicate to others fome portion of that pleasure which we have received. LINES FOUND IN A BOWER FACING THE SOUTH. "Soft cherub of the fouthern breeze! And on thee pours her laughing eyes! The bloffom thin and infant flower! Soft cherub of the southern breeze! Which thus thine ear would hope to please, And if aright, with anxious zeal, My willing hands this bower have made, For For thee, of all the cherub train, Or walk at dawn yon mountains blue: Or playful urge the goffamer's flight, Or filent climb the leaf along. I court thee, when the flow'rets clofe, And when beneath the moon's pale beam, Smooth glides with thee my penfive hour, Breathe, cherub, breathe! once soft and warm, How has the defolating storm Swept all I gazed on from my view! Unfeen, unknown, I wait my doom, We meet, in an addrefs to "a Dream," with the following most beautiful conclufion— "Ah! know, that to thy shadowy aid, Will ever on my love bestow." And there are few who will not admire this descrip tion "The heart to cheer, affection warm extends Her beauteous web around with fingers fine; But whither have my thoughts unbidden firay'd, For if thy votary think-thy vifions end." Before we accompany the poet to the feverer confines of reason, we are most agreeably detained by these verfes SENT TO A LADY WITH A PRIZE CARNATION. "To her, who fhall thy beauties know, Go, flower, in modest triumph go, And charm the maid that I adore- Would barter worlds with thee to share, In thine own hiftory, if thou canst, impart The thought I cannot speak that glows within my heart. Thus Thus tell her, that in thee the views That I myself with happy pride, But flower like thee I none defcried : But tell her, I with reason fear'd, A ftem like thine could ne'er fuftain, Pour forth its opening fweets, and mock the coming form. Thus, beauteous flower, befpeak the fair, And if the should the mural fee, (For more is meant than meets the ear) And if thou mark a truant fmile, Quick o'er her bright'ning features fly, Fire the blue luftre of her eye; Ah! then, thou lovelieft flower! kind, faithful be, And bear one fond, one warm, one trembling vow from me." Reason, it must be admitted, though a subject of little, fcope to the fofter affections, opens a wide expanfe for the difplay of imagination and fublimity. But the author of this "Ode to Reafon" falls under fome difadvantage, by commencing with a purer atmosphere than the one in which we breathe. "Oh bear me to the realms that own thy fway! No burning fiends are there Of paffion or despair— No fhapes fantaftic, bred in fashion's ray, The forms of wilder'd fympathy- Nor fanguine hope, whofe veft in rainbow dyes Nor, vanity with fcorn unmark'd behind, Nor floth, that dreft in wifdom's garb deludes, Nor vice, too late that o'er tranfgreffion broods, We do not, at prefent, see the juftice of this image"And o'er the cold dark defert of the world, Full rolls in glittering tide the luftre of the mind." If our author alluded to the flood, which fome late metaphyficians have poured, even to the very "deferts of the world," it was certainly but a glittering tide," though it has tempted thoufands from the courfe of peace to the abyss of woe. It has become very fashionable of late, to lament the wretchedness of all uncivilized beings. What Rouffeau, who was fuch a devotee to a state of nature, would fay to these lines, may be eafily gueffed: "And Afric's fon beneath his palmy groves, Feel's not the night that o'er his bofom reigns.-" Now, really, we do not fee any caufe to bewail this circumftance. For, granting the fact, this " Afric's fon" |