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Melanie , and other Poems . By N . P . Willis . Edited by Barry Cornwall . By a brief preface , but beautifully written and full of sound and true feeling , Barry Cornwall introduces this American poet to the British public . Both for his introducer ' s sake and his own , does he deserve a courteous welcome . He is evidently what the preface calls him , ' a man
of high talent and sensibility . ' A very sweet song of his , called * Saturday Afternoon / was quoted , in our notice of the selections from the American poets , in our January number . It is accompanied , in this volume , by many effusions of similar worth ; and some scriptural and religious pieces of great merit . The following extract is from the poem which gives its title to the volume : —
' A calm and lovely paradise Is Italy for minds at ease . The sadness of its sunny skies Weighs not upon the lives of these . The ruined aisle , the crumbling fane , The broken column , vast and prone , It may be joy—it may be pain—Amid such wreck to walk alone !
The saddest man will sadder be , The gentlest lover gentler there , As if , whate ' er the spirit ' s key , It strengthened in that solemn air . * The heart soon grows to mournful things , And Italy has not a breeze But comes on melancholy wings ; And even her majestic trees Stand ghoet-like in the Caesar ' s home , As if their conscious roots were set
In the old graves of giant Rome , And drew their sap all kingly vet f And every stone your feet beneath Is broken from some mighty thought , And sculptures in the dust still breathe The fire with which their lines were wrought ; And sunderVI arch , and plunder ed tomb , Still thunder back the echo , ' Rome (*
Yet gaily o ' er Egeria ' s fount The ivy flings its emerald veil , And flowers grow fair on Numa ' s mount , And light-sprung arches span the dale ;
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The Descejii ^ nlo Hell ; Uriel * and three Ode * , By J . A Heraud . The author is evidently a man of considerable power , but it seems to us that , with the mysticism of his notions , the intractability of his subject , and his unnaturalized versification , no power can successfully struggle .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1835, page 359, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2645/page/67/
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