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years , is The Queen ' s Wake / TJbe plan of $ h& work is more fortunate in the conception than in the execution ; but it is , taken altogether , a more sustained flight , and less disfigured by the writer's customary faults of over and under doing . One striking piece , in this collection , is entitled * The Abbot M'Kinnon . '
We would give from it , at least , the Monk ' s Hymn to the God of the Sea , ( which , when its heathenism is extracted , will be found an impressive specimen of what we may be allowed to call descriptive devotion , ) were it not that we must hasten to the most beautiful flower of the wreath—the wild and fairy legend of' Kilmeny '—by far the most exquisite work of this eccentric and unequal poet . It is very beautiful—and the spirit of it is
as beautiful as the melody and imagery which enshrine it . We know not a more exquisite picture of female purity and piety , or one which more exhibits the ideal of * the beauty of holiness / The leading incident is the same as in * the Pilgrims of the Sun . ' A fair Scottish maiden is carried off by an unearthly being , and transported to ' the land of thought . ' Perhaps , however , it will be but just to give the preliminary account of the bard who sings this lay of beauty : —
* Tall was his frame , his forehead high , Still and mysterious was his eye ; His look was like a winter day , When storms and winds have sunk away . Well versed was he in holy lore ;
In cloister * d dome the cowl he wore j But , wearied with the eternal strain Of formal breviats , cold and vain , He woo'd , in depth of highland dale , The silver spring and mountain gale .
In grey Glen-Ample s forest deep , Hid from the rains' and tempests * sweep . In bosom of an aged wood His solitary cottage stood . Its walls were bastion'd , dark , and dern , Dark was its roof of filmot fern , And dark the vista down the linn .
But all was love and peace within * Religion * man ' s first friend and best , Was in that home a constant guest ; There , sweetly , every morn and even * Warm orisons were pour'd to Heaven :
And every cliff Glen-Ample knew , And greenwood on her banks that grew , In answer to his bounding string * Had learn'd the hymns of Heaven to sing ; With many a eong of mystic lore , Rude as when sung m daw pf yore .
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# 9 $ On the Connexion between Poetry and Religion .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1832, page 622, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1820/page/46/
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