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แ There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech,
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn,
Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove,
Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn,

Or crazed with care, or crossed with hopeless love.

"One morn I missed him on the accustomed hill,
Along the heath, and near his favorite tree;
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,

Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he:

"The next with dirges due, in sad array,

Slow through the church-way path we saw him borno.
Approach and read, (for thou canst read,) the lay,
Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."

EPITAPH.

Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown:
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.

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Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere;
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to misery all he had, a tear;
He gained from Heaven - 't was all he wished -

No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Nor draw his frailties from their dread abode,
There they, alike, in trembling hope repose,)
The bosom of his Father and his God.

a friend

LXXIX.

OF THE HIGHER SPECIES OF POETRY.

The tugher species of poetry embraces the three following Jivisions, namely:

1. Tales and Romances.

2. Epic and Dramatic Poetry.

3. Di lactic and Descriptive Poetry.*

A Tale is, literally, any thing that is told, and may relate either real or fictitious events. When the events related in a tale are believed really to have happened, the tale is termed history.

A Romance is a tale of interesting, or wonderful adventures; and has its name from those that were recited by the Troubadours, (that is, inventors,) or wandering minstrels, of the twelfth and thirteenth centuries.

The tales of the Troubadours related principally to the military achievements of the crusading knights, their gallantry, and fidelity They were delivered in a corrupted Latin dialect, called Provençal, or Provincial, by the inhabitants of Rome, and Romanzo, or Romish, by the Gothic nations, and hence the tale itself was called a Romance. Some of them were prose, some in verse, and some in a miscellaneous union of prose narrative and song. But in neither form were they in all cases worthy of the name of poems.

Novels, (literally, something new,) are the adventures of imaginary persons, in which supernatural beings are not introduced. The novel is generally also in prose. Whenever a power is introduced superior to that of mortals, the novel is properly a romance. The Epicurean," by Moore, is an example of this kind, which, although in the form of prose, is highly poetical in its character. It is full of imaginative power, and abounds in figures of the most beautiful kind, dressed in the most glowing colors.

That power, which the poet introduces, whatever it may be, to accom plish what mere human agency cannot effect, is called the machinery of the poem.

An Epic poem is a poetical, romantic tale, embracing many personages and many incidents. One general and important design must be apparent in its construction, to which every separate actor and action must be subservient. The accounts of these subordinate actions are called episodes, and should not be extended to a great length.

Examples of epic poems may be seen in the "Iliad," and "Odyssey," of Homer, (translated by Pope,) the "Eneid," of Virgil, (translated by Dryden,) the "Pharsalia," of Lucan, (translated by Rowe, and the "Paradise Lost" of Milton. Epic poems are rare productions, and scarcely any nation can boast of more than one.

The word epic literally means nothing more than a tale. It is, however, a tale concerning a hero or heroes, and hence epic poetry is alsc

See the piece entitled "The Empire of Poetry," by Fontenelle, pag 133, under the head of Allegory.

called heroic verse. Epopea, or Epopoeia, is merely a learned name for epic poem.

A Drama is a poem of the epic kind, but so compressed and adapted, that the whole tale, instead of requiring to be read or recited at intervals, by an individual, may be exhib ited as actually passing before our eyes. Every actor in the poem has his representative on the stage, who speaks the language of the poet, as if it were his own; and every action is literally performed or imitated, as if it were of natural oc

currence.

As a dramatic writer, Shakspeare stands unrivalled, among English authors, and it may well be questioned, whether any nation has produced his superior.

In the construction of a Drama, rules have been laid down by critics, the principal of which relate to the three Unities, as they are called, of action, of time, and of place. Unity of action requires, that a single object should be kept in view. No underplot, or secondary action is allowable unless it tend to advance the prominent purpose. Unity of time requires, that the events should be limited to a short period; seldom if ever more than a single day. Unity of place requires the confinement of the actions represented within narrow geographical limits. Another rule of dramatic criticism is termed poetical justice; by which it is understood, that the personages shall be rewarded or punished, according to their respective desert. A regular drama is an historical picture, in which we perceive unity of design, and compare every portion of the composition, as harmo nizing with the whole.

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Dramatic compositions are of two kinds, Tragedy and Comedy. Tragedy is designed to fill the mind of the spectators with pity and terror; comedy to represent some amusing and connected tale. The muse of tragedy, therefore, deals in desolation and death, - that of comedy is surrounded by the humorous, the witty, and the gay. It is to tragedy that we chiefly look for poetical embellishment, and it is there only that we look for the sublime. Accordingly, it is, with few exceptions, still composed of measured lines, while comedy is now written wholly in prose.

A Prologue is a short poem, designed as an introduction to a discourse or performance, chiefly the discourse or poem spoken before a dramatic performance or play begins.

An Epilogue is a speech, or short poem, addressed to the spectators by one of the actors, after the conclusion of a dramatic performance. Sometimes it contains a recapitulation of the chief incidents of the play.

Farce is the caricature of comedy, and is restrained by no law, not even those of probability and nature. Its object is to excite mirth and uproarous laughter. But, in some of its

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forms, such as personal satire, occasional grossness, and vulgarity, it has rendered itself so obnoxious to reprobation, that the very name is an abomination. It is commonly in prose.

Those compositions in which the language is so little in unison with the subject as to impress the mind with a feeling of the ridiculous, are called Burlesques.

The Burletta is a species of composition in which persons and actions of no value are made to assume an air of importance. Or, it is that by which things of real consequence are degraded, so as to seem objects of derision.

Parodies, Travesties, and Mock Heroics are ludicrous imitations of serious subjects. They belong to the burlesque.*

*As a happy illustration of burlesque writing in several different styles, the following are presented from Bentley's Miscellany, with the facetious introduction with which they are prefaced:

"But another class of persons claims our attention. We mean those who are, for some cause or other, constantly called upon to write verses. Now, many of these, when suddenly required to make a song to a given tune, to scribble a ci.orus for the end of a farce, or to jot down an impromptu on tb blue leaf of an album, suddenly find themselves at a nonplus, -not because they are not masters of rhyme and metre, but simply because they cannot get a subject. We propose to show, that, far from this want being a just cause for embarrassment, it is absolutely impossible not to find a subject The first thing that catches the eye, or comes into the head, will do, and may be treated in every manner. In this age, although a chosen few can fill the post of fiddler, opera-dancer, juggler, or clown to the ring, these occupations requiring innate genius, he who cannot become a poet is a very poor creature. But, to our task. We take the Dodo, that ugly bird, which every child knows from its picture in the books on natural history, as a subject that seems of all others the least promising, and we shall show our readers how artistically we can manage it in all sorts of styles.

I. THE DESCRIPTIVE. - For this we must go to our encyclopedias, cram for the occasion, and attentively observe the picture. Our Rees' tells us that the Latin name for the bird is 'Didus,' that the Dutch are said to have found it in the Mauritius, and called it 'Dodaerts;' while the French termed it 'Cygne a Capuchon;' and the Portuguese, 'Dodo. Its exist ence, it seems, has been doubted, and at all events it is now supposed to be extinct.

In the island of Mauritius once a sturdy Dutchman found
Such a curious bird as ne'er before was seen to tread the ground;
Straight he called it 'Dodaerts;' when a Frenchman gazed upon
Its hood of down, and said it was a 'Cygne a Capuchon.'

French and Dutch might be content with making sorry names like these
But they would not satisfy the proud and high-souled Portuguese;
He proclaimed the bird a Dodo.' 'Dodo' now each infant cries.
Pedants, they may call it 'Didus;' but such pedants we despise.

'T was a mighty bird; those short, strong legs were never known to fal
And he felt a glow of pride when thinking of that little tail;
And his beak was marked with vigor, curving like a wondrous hook,
Thick and ugly was his body,-
-such a form as made one look.

Didactic poetry is that which is written professedly for the purpose of instruction. Descriptive poetry merely describes the person or the object.

Didactic poetry should be replete with ornament, especially, where it can be done, with figurative language. This rule should be preserved in order to keep up the interest in the subject, which is usually dry. Not even the epic demands such glowing and picturesque epithets, such daring and forcible metaphors, such pomp of numbers and dignity of expresɛion, as the didactic; for, the lower or more familiar the object described is, the greater must be the power of language to preserve it from debase ment. Didactic and descriptive poetry are so intimately allied, that the two kinds can rarely be found asunder, and we give a poem this or that denomination, according as the one or the other of these characteristics appears to predominate.

No one now can see the dodo, which the sturdy Dutchman found;
Long ago those wondrous stumps of legs have ceased to tread the ground.
*If, perchance, his bones we find, oh, let us gently turn them o'er,
Saying, "'T was a gallant world when dodos lived in days of yore.'

II. THE MELANCHOLY SENTIMENTAL.

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We need only recollect, that when the dodo lived, somebody else lived, who is not living now, and we have our cue at once.

Oh, when the dodo's feet

His native island pressed,
How many a warm heart beat
Within a living breast,
Which now can beat no more,
But crumbles into dust,
And finds its turn is o'er,

As all things earthly must!

He's dead that nam'd the bird,
That gallant Portuguese;
Who weeps not, having heard
Of changes such as these?
The Dutchman, too, is gone:
The dodo's gone beside;
They teach us every one
How vain is earthly pride'

III. IMPROMPTU for a lady's album.

The dodo vanished, as we must confess,
Being unfit to live from ugliness;
Surely, methinks, it will not be too bold
To hope the converse of the rule will hold.
If lovely things no power from earth can sever,
Ce ia, we all may swear, will live forever.

IV BACCHANALIAN, with full chorus.

The dodo once lived, and he does n't live now;
Yet, why should a cloud overshadow our brow?
The loss of that bird ne'er should troable our brains,
For, though he is gone, still our claret remains.

Sing dodo- dodo jolly dodo!
Hurrah! in his name let our cups overflow!

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