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The shatter'd fortress, whence the Dane
Glad sign, and sure! for now we hail
Oh blest retreat, and sacred too! Sacred as when the bell of prayer Toll'd duly on the desert air, And crosses deck'd thy summits blue. Oft, like some loved romantic tale, Oft shall my weary mind recall, Amid the hum and stir of men, Thy beechen grove and waterfall, Thy ferry with its gliding sail, And her the Lady of the Glen!
ONCE more, enchanting maid adieu!
The sweet expression of that face,
Yet give me, give me, ere I go,
-Say, when to kindle soft delight,
O say-but no, it must not be.
INSCRIPTION FOR A TEMPLE
APPROACH With reverence. There are those within
1 A phenomenon described by many navigators. 2 At Woburn-Abbey.
TO THE BUTTERFLY.
CHILD of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight, Mingling with her thou lovest in fields of light; And, where the flowers of Paradise unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening-sky, Expand and shut with silent ecstacy!
-Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept And such is man; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day!
WRITTEN IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
OCTOBER 10, 1806.'
WHOE'ER thou art, approach, and, with a sigh, Mark where the small remains of greatness lie.2 There sleeps the dust of Fox, for ever gone: How near the Place where late his glory shone! And, though no more ascends the voice of Prayer, Though the last footsteps cease to linger there, Still, like an awful dream that comes again, Alas! at best as transient and as vain, Still do I see (while through the vaults of night The funeral-song once more proclaims the rite) The moving Pomp along the shadowy aisle, That, like a Darkness, fill'd the solemn Pile; The illustrious line, that in long order led, Of those that loved Him living, mourn'd Him dead; Of those the Few, that for their Country stood Round Him who dared be singularly good: All, of all ranks, that claim'd Him for their own; And nothing wanting-but himself alone!
When in retreat He laid his thunder by, For letter'd ease and calm Philosophy, Blest were his hours within the silent grove, Where still his godlike Spirit deigns to rove; Blest by the orphan's smile, the widow's prayer, For many a deed, long done in secret there. There shone his lamp on Homer's hallow'd page; There, listening, sate the hero and the sage;
And they, by virtue and by blood allied,
THE END OF ROGERS'S WORKS.
Memoir of Thomas Campbell.
It is not a little singular that the Tyrtæus of his translations were said to be superior to modern English poetry should at the same time any before offered for competition in the Unibe one of the most tender as well as original of versity. Campbell thus furnishes an exception writers. Campbell owes less than any other Brit- to the majority of men of genius, who have ish poet to his predecessors or contemporaries. seldom been remarkable for diligence and proHe has lived to see his verses quoted like those ficiency in their early years, the lofty powers of earlier poets in the literature of his day, lisped they possessed not being exhibited until mature by children, and sung at public festivals. The life. Campbell while at the University made war-odes of Campbell have nothing to match poetical paraphrases of the most celebrated Greek them in the English language for energy and poets; of Eschylus, Sophocles, and Aristophanes, fire, while their condensation and the felicitous which were thought efforts of extraordinary selection of their versification are in remarkable promise. Dr. Millar at that time gave philoharmony. Campbell, in allusion to Cimon, has sophical lectures in Glasgow. He was a highly been said to have "conquered both on land and gifted teacher and a most excellent man. His sea," from his naval Odes and "Hohenlinden" lectures attracted the attention of young Campembracing both scenes of warfare. bell, who became his pupil, and studied with eagerness the principles of sound philosophy; he was favored with the confidence of his teacher, and partook much of his society. To being thus early grounded in the fundamental truths of philosophy, and accustomed to analyze correctly, is to be attributed mainly the side in politics which Campbell early embraced, and that love of freedom and free thought which he has invariably shown upon all questions in which the interests of mankind are concerned.
Scotland gave birth to Thomas Campbell. He was the son of a second marriage, and born at Glasgow in 1777. His father was born in 1710, and was consequently nearly 70 years of age when the poet his son was ushered into the world. He was sent early to school in his native city, and his instructor was Dr. David Alison, an individual of great celebrity in the practice of education. He had a method of instruction in the classics purely his own, by which he taught with great facility, and at the same time rejected all Campbell quitted Glasgow to remove into harsh discipline, putting kindness in the place of Argyleshire, where the situation of tutor in a terror, and alluring rather than compelling the family of some note was offered and accepted by pupil to his duty. Campbell began to write verses him. It was in Argyleshire, among the romantic young. There are some attempts at poetry yet mountains of the North, that the poetical spirit extant among his friends Scotland, written increased in energy, and the charms of verse took when he was but nine years old. They natural- entire possession of his mind. Many people now ly are childish, but still display that propensity alive remember him there wandering alone by for the muses by which at a remarkably early the torrent, or over the rugged steeps of that wild age he was so distinguished. For his place of country, reciting the strains of other poets aloud, education he had a great respect, as well as for or silently composing his own. Several of his the memory of his masters, of whom he always pieces which he has rejected in his collected spoke in terms of great affection. He was twelve works, are handed about in Scotland in manuyears old when he quitted school for the Uni- script. The "Dirge of Wallace" (given at page versity of Glasgow. There he was considered an 64), which will not be found in the London excellent Latin scholar, and gained high honor by Editions of his works, is one of these wild coma contest with a candidate twice as old as him- positions; and it is difficult to say why he should
self, by which he obtained a bursary. He con- have rejected it, for the poetry is truly noble. stantly bore away the prizes, and every fresh It has hitherto appeared only in fugitive publisuccess only seemed to stimulate him to more cations and newspapers.
ambitious exertions. In Greek he was considered. From Argyleshire, where his residence was the foremost student of his age; and some of not a protracted one, Campbell removed to Edin.