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* He waked not , though a ; hand unearthly drew The curtains of his bed , and to the hue Of ashes changed his cheek . With open eyes He slumber'd still ; but speechless agonies Wrought on his face convulsed his heart ' s despair , And terror smote his damp , uplifted hair . His spirit felt a spirit ' s strong control , An injured spirit whisper'd to his soul :
No worm slinks down when I approach , — No night-bird stints his ditty ; Yet will I mourn thee , though unheard , For now my love is pity .
Again 1 * 11 hear thee talk of truth , When Rother ' s rose is sweetest ; Again I'll meet thee , perjured one , When thou thy new love meetest . While stars in silence watch my dust , I'll sigh , where last ye parted ,
O er her who soon shall droop , like me , Thy victim , broken-hearted . And in that hour , to love so dear , The stillest and the fleetest , Unfelt I'll kiss my rival ' s cheek , When Rother ' s rose is sweetest . '—Love > pp . 50 , 51
The great difficulty of the supernatural is mastered here , and a state of mind , of which the conception is most original , and which is most strange and unnatural to humanity , is made to commend itself to our inmost hearts as true to the nature of a disembodied spirit . The passage is free from that exaggeration which is the greatest blemish by which these volumes are disfigured . We must now take leave of our author , in the hope of an early and of frequent meetings . His poetry , in the view which we have taken of it , is no trifling matter . It is one of the signs of the
times . The wealthy , the literary ,, the powerful , employ themselves about many things which are of far less moment . These rhymes are no cold coruscations flitting about , like the northern lights , in a dim and distant region , for idle people to gaze at . They are intense flashes of liquid lava from that central fire , which must have vent , or its expansion will shiver to atoms the great globe itself . The intellect of poverty is too powerful , and too impetuous , to be bound within the narrow confines of the condition of
poverty : already the pressure has broken down those boundaries in the direction of political right . But this is only a portion of the great change which is going forward . We do not mean that the wealthy will be plundered , the property of the country divided , or any of the other wild schemes be realized which madmen desire , and foolish men dread . We trust , the world is doomed to no such unspeakable calamities , but to a progression of good , which , beginning with intelligence , and advancing to freedom , will
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200 The Poor and their Poetry .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1832, page 200, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1808/page/56/
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