INTRODUCTORY RHYMES. Diferent Attitudes in which Authors compose. - Bayes, Henry Stephens, Herodotus, &c. Writing in Bed in the Fields.Plato and Sir Richard Blackmore. Fiddling with Gloves and Twgs.- Madame de Stall.- Rhyming on the Road, in an old Caniche. WHAT various attitudes, and ways, And tricks, we authors have in writing! While some write sitting, some, like BAYES, Usually stand, while they're inditing. Poets there are, who wear the floor out, Measuring a line at every stride; While some, like HENRY STEPHENS, pour out Rhymes by the dozen, while they ride.' HERODOTUS Wrote most in bed; And RICHERAND, a French physician, Goes best in that reclin'd position. At home may, at their counters, stop; ! Pleraque sua carmina equitans composuit. - PARAVICIN. Singular. 7" Mes pensées dorment, si je les assis."- MONTAIGNE. Animus eorum qui in aperto aere ambulant, attollitur. But that the grove, the hill, the vale, Are Poesy's true wholesale shop. And, verily, I think they're right For, many a time, on summer eves, Just at that closing hour of light, When, like an Eastern Prince, who leaves For distant war his Haram bow'rs, The Sun bids farewell to the flow'rs, Whose heads are sunk, whose tears are flowing Mid all the glory of his going! Ev'n I have felt, beneath those beams, When wand'ring through the fields alone, Thoughts, fancies, intellectual gleams, Which, far too bright to be my own, Seem'd lent me by the Sunny Pow'r, That was abroad at that still hour. If thus I've felt, how must they feel, The few, whom genuine Genius warms; Graven with Beauty's countless forms;- Shadows of heavenly things appear, But this reminds me I digress; For PLATO, too, produc'd, 'tis said, (As one, indeed, might almost guess,) His glorious visions all in bed.3 'Twas in his carriage the sublime Sir RICHARD BLACKMORE used to rhyme; And (if the wits don't do him wrong) "Twixt death and epics pass'd his time, Scribbling and killing all day long— Like Phoebus in his car, at ease, Now warbling forth a lofty song, Now murd'ring the young Niobes. and Herodotus, is a Latin Poem by M. de Valois on his Bed, in which he says: PLINY. The only authority I know for imputing this practice to Plato 4 Lucifer Herodotum vidit Vesperque cubantem, Desedit totos heic Plato sæpe dies. Sir Richard Blackmore was a physician, as well as a bad poet. There was a hero 'mong the Danes, In short, 'twere endless to recite The various modes in which men write. When beaus and belles are round them prating; Some bards there are who cannot scribble As if the hidden founts of Fancy, Like wells of old, were thus found out By mystic tricks of rhabdomancy. Such was the little feathery wand, 2 That, held for ever in the hand Of her who won and wore the crown To the odd way in which I write - "Twas distant yet, and, as I ran, Diminish'd to a speck, as splendid "Twas at this instant-while there glow'd The ramparts of a Godhead's dwelling. I stood entranc'd- —as Rabbins say This whole assembled, gazing world Will stand, upon that awful day, When the Ark's Light, aloft unfurl'd, Among the opening clouds shall shine, Divinity's own radiant sign! Mighty MONT BLANC, thou wert to me, As e'er to mortal gaze was given. To live my life twice o'er again, Can I the deep-felt awe forget, The dream, the trance that rapt me then! 'Twas all that consciousness of power When near their time for change of skies; - To rank among the Sons of Light, Mingled with shame-oh bitter shame!At having risk'd that splendid right, For aught that earth through all its range Of glories, offers in exchange! "Twas all this, at that instant brought, Like breaking sunshine, e'er my thought"Twas all this, kindled to a glow Of sacred zeal, which, could it shine 2 Made of paper, twisted up like a fan or feather. 3 Madame de Staël. 4 Between Vattay and Gex. Thus purely ever, man might grow, No, never shall I lose the trace Of what I've felt in this bright place. At the same calm and glowing hour, Geneva. Their gates, that they had sworn should be The gates of Death, that very dawn, Gave passage widely, bloodlessly, To the proud foe-nor sword was drawn, Nor ev'n one martyr'd body cast To stain their footsteps, as they pass'd; But, of the many sworn at night To do or die, some fled the sight, Some stood to look, with sullen frown, While some, in impotent despair, Broke their bright armour and lay down, Weeping, upon the fragments there!If those, I say, who brought that shame, That blast upon GENEVA's name, Be living still-though crime so dark Shall hang up, fix'd and unforgiv'n, In History's page, the' eternal mark For Scorn to pierce-so help me, Heav'n, I wish the traitorous slaves no worse, No deeper, deadlier disaster, From all earth's ills no fouler curse Than to have *** *** their master! EXTRACT II. FATE OF GENEVA IN THE YEAR 1782. A FRAGMENT. YES-if there yet live some of those, His well-known fetters at her gates, At Freedom's base their sacred blood; If those yet live, who on that night, When all were watching, girt for fight, Stole, like the creeping of a pest, From rank to rank, from breast to breast, Throughout the' embattled thousands ran, And the high spirit, late in arms, The zeal, that might have work'd such charms, Fell, like a broken talisman In the year 1782, when the forces of Berne, Sardinia, and France laid siege to Geneva, and when, after a demonstration of heroism and self-devotion, which promised to rival the feats of their ancestors in 1602 against Savoy, the Genevans, either panicrock or betrayed, to the surprise of all Europe, opened their gates to the besiegers, and submitted without a struggle to the extinction EXTRACT III. Geneva. Fancy and Truth. - Hippomenes and Atalanta. - Mont Blanc. — EVEN here, in this region of wonders, I find What a glory it seem'd the first ev'ning I gaz'd! Of high-towering Alps, touch'd still with a light Far holier, purer than that of the Day, As if nearness to Heaven had made them so bright! Then the dying, at last, of these splendours away O'er the Mighty of Mountains still glowingly hung, Like the last sunny step of ASTREA, when nigh From the summit of earth to Elysium she sprung! And those infinite Alps, stretching out from the sight Till they mingled with Heaven, now shorn of their light, Stood lofty, and lifeless, and pale in the sky, Like the ghosts of a Giant Creation gone by! That scene-I have view'd it this evening again, A bright picture of Beauty, reclin'd in the arms One dazzling horizon of miracles, burst? after all!! That chain of MONT BLANCS, which my fancy flew o'er, With a wonder that nought on this earth can recall, Were but clouds of the evening, and now are no more. What a picture of Life's young illusions! Oh, Night, Drop thy curtain, at once, and hide all from my sight. Well might the Loves rejoice-and well did they, GUERCINO'S Agar-where the bond-maid hears From Abram's lips that he and she must part; And looks at him with eyes all full of tears, That seem the very last drops from her heart. Exquisite picture!-let me not be told If thus to conjure up a face so fair, Of minor faults, of colouring tame and cold Of all that woman suffers, when the stay If thus, by pen or pencil, to lay bare EXTRACT IV. Milan. The Picture Gallery - Albano's Rape of Proserpine. - Reflections. - Universal Salvation. - Abraham sending away Agar, by Guercino. Genius. WENT to the Brera-saw a Dance of Loves By smooth ALBANO;2 him, whose pencil teams With Cupids, numerous as in summer groves The leaflets are, or motes in summer beams. "Tis for the theft of Enna's flow'r 3 from earth, These urchins celebrate their dance of mirth Round the green tree, like fays upon a heathThose, that are nearest, link'd in order bright. Cheek after cheek, like rose-buds in a wreath ; And those, more distant, showing from beneath The others' wings their little eyes of light. While see, among the clouds, their eldest brother, But just flown up, tells with a smile of bliss This prank of Pluto to his charmed mother, Who turns to greet the tidings with a kiss! 1 It is often very difficult to distinguish between clouds and Alps; and on the evening when I first saw this magnificent scene, the clouds were so disposed along the whole horizon as to deceive me into an idea of the stupendous extent of these mountains, which my subsequent observation was very far, of course, from confirming. 2 This picture, the Agar of Guercino, and the Apostles of Guido (the two latter of which are now the chief ornaments of the Brera), were formerly in the Palazzo Zampieri, at Bologna. EXTRACT V. Padus. Fancy and Reality.— Rain-drops and Lakes. - Plan of a Story – Where to place the Scene of it. — In some unknoten Region. — Paimanazar's Imposture with respect to the Island of Formosa. THE more I've view'd this world, the more I've found, That fill'd as 'tis with scenes and creatures rare, Fancy commands, within her own bright roure, A world of scenes and creatures far more fair. Nor is it that her power can call up there A single charm, that's not from Nature won. No more than rainbows, in their pride, can wear A single hue unborrow'd from the sunBut 'tis the mental medium it shines through, That lends to Beauty all its charm and hue; As the same light, that o'er the level lake And such, I deem, the difference between real, I have a story of two lovers, fill'd With all the pure romance, the blissful sadness, And the sad, doubtful bliss, that ever thrill'd Two young and longing hearts in that sweet madness. But where to choose the region of my vision For two such perfect lovers, I know not. EXTRACT VI. Venice. The Fall of Venice not to be lamented.-Former Glory. - Expedifion against Constantinople. - Giustinianis. - Republic.-Characteristics of the old Government.— Golden Book.-Brazen Mouths.-Spies.- Dungeons.- Present Desolation. MOURN not for VENICE - let her rest 1 Under the Doge Michaeli, in 1171. "La famille entière des Justiniani, l'une des plus illustres de Venise, voulut marcher toute entière dans cette expédition; elle fournit cent combattans; c'était renouveler l'exemple d'une illustre famille de Rome; le même malheur les attendait."-Histoire de Venise, par Danu. The celebrated Fra Paolo. The collection of maxims which this bold monk drew up at the request of the Venetian Government, for the guidance of the Secret Inquisition of State, are so atrocious as to seem rather an over-charged satire upon despotism, than a system of policy, seriously inculcated, and but too readily and constantly pursued. The spirit, in which these maxims of Father Paul are conceived, may be judged from the instructions which he gives for the management of the Venetian colonies and provinces. Of the former he says: “Il faut les traiter comme des animaux féroces, les rogner Vanish'd are all her pomps, 'tis true, The chains, the rapine, and the blood, The stern machinery of thy State, Which hatred would, like steam, have burst, Had stronger fear not chill'd even hate ;Thy perfidy, still worse than aught Thy own unblushing SARPI taught; Thy friendship, which, o'er all beneath Its shadow, rain'd down dews of death 4 ; les dents, et les griffes, les humilier souvent, surtout leur ôter les occasions de s'aguerrir. Du pain et le bâton, voilà ce qu'il leur faut; gardons l'humanité pour une meilleure occasion." For the treatment of the provinces he advises thus: "Tendre à dépouiller les villes de leurs privilèges, faire que les habitans s'appauvrissent, et que leurs biens soient achetés par les Vénitiens. Ceux qui, dans les conseils municipaux, se montreront ou plus audacieux ou plus dévoués aux intérêts de la population, il faut les perdre ou les gagner à quelque prix que ce soit; enfin, s'il se trouve dans les provinces quelques chefs de parti, il faut les exterminer sous un prétexte quelconque, mais en évitant de recourir à là justice ordinaire. Que le poison fasse l'office de bourreau, cela est moins odieux et beaucoup plus profitable." + Conduct of Venice towards her allies and dependencies, particularly to unfortunate Padua.- Fate of Francesco Carrarn, for which see Daru, vol. ii. p. 141. |