. The literary remains of Catherine Maria Fanshawe; . t—and earliest, latest, best,Thy love is cherished in his breast;Therefore the meanest things that bearImpression of a form so fair,Or of the race that dwell with of sweet in the heart some hidden spring,And find the charm they cannot why, my friend, should you and I,Despairing, throw our pencils by ?Well carry them to Natures school,And learn of her some golden rule,Which haply to the work shall giveOne glowing touch to bid it that stamp of life be there,Ah ! what avails the artists care
. The literary remains of Catherine Maria Fanshawe; . t—and earliest, latest, best,Thy love is cherished in his breast;Therefore the meanest things that bearImpression of a form so fair,Or of the race that dwell with of sweet in the heart some hidden spring,And find the charm they cannot why, my friend, should you and I,Despairing, throw our pencils by ?Well carry them to Natures school,And learn of her some golden rule,Which haply to the work shall giveOne glowing touch to bid it that stamp of life be there,Ah ! what avails the artists care ?Vain is the poets tuneful patient sculptor toils in gives the charm, and truth alone ;Else all is paper, paint, and stone. The lines in the above Poem between inverted commas,are those which Lawrence said he had in his mind whenpainting the Calmady Children.* Miss Fanshawe had 42 FANSHAWES POEMS. herself made a most exquisite drawing of some villagechildren sitting in the sun, to which the passage is alsoapplicable.—W. ODE SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY MISS BERRY,SENT TO HER WITH THE FOLLOWING NOTE : I RETURN you your Ode, my dear Miss Berry, withmany thanks, and with all due apologies for having de-tained it so long. Believe me I no longer marvel at yourenthusiastic admiration of Gray, whose spirit you havemost happily infused into your admirable Poem. Indeed,his own works never charmed me so much; for you havehad the art to compress into a small compass some of hismost valuable passages, and to give them an interest, adecision, and a dignity of subject, which was it is when you venture to depart from your illustriousmodel, that you rise to the highest excellence, and acquirean elevation and originality, that in my humble opinionplace your Muse on a far higher form in Parnassus thaneven his could claim. The price of the hat is a figure absolutely new inpoetry ; and as to individual character, he could nothave rendered it with that
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