The book of gemsThe modern poets and artists of Great Britain . e but few acts of patronage;one of those who Do good hy stealth, and bkish to find it tame. The plan of his poem necessarily led him among all the grander and more beautifulobjects of Nature, in the classic land through which he travelled. He describes themin a manner at once graceful and graphic ; and it would be difficult to find any writerwlio more clearly and distinctly brings them before the reader. It is, however, inallusions to tlie ancient histories of the Italian cities that he most excels. At times,he rises into absolute
The book of gemsThe modern poets and artists of Great Britain . e but few acts of patronage;one of those who Do good hy stealth, and bkish to find it tame. The plan of his poem necessarily led him among all the grander and more beautifulobjects of Nature, in the classic land through which he travelled. He describes themin a manner at once graceful and graphic ; and it would be difficult to find any writerwlio more clearly and distinctly brings them before the reader. It is, however, inallusions to tlie ancient histories of the Italian cities that he most excels. At times,he rises into absolute sublimity: there are passages in his poem that would not lose bycomparison with the most vigorous and energetic compositions in the language. Hewas a scholar, and a ripe and good one; occasionally, the hue academic is over hispage, but he never renders it repulsive. It will not be easy now-a-days, to obtainreaders for his volume ; but we venture to assert, that those who may be induced toperuse it, will marvel that his popularity should have been so SOTHEBY. SALVATOR. Where stood Salvator, when with all his stormsAround him winter ravd. When being, none save man, the tempest hravd ?When on her mountain crestThe eagle sank to rest, Nor dard spread out her pennons to the blast:Nor, till the whirlwind passed,The famishd wolf around the sheep-cote prowld ?Where stood Salvator, when the forest the rock-rooted pine in all its lengthCrashd, prostrating its strength ?q2 1IG Where stood Salvator, when the summer cloudAt noon-day, to Ausonia direr farThan winter, and its elemental war,Gatherd the tempest, from whose ebon crossd like night a sky of crimson flame,Streamd ceaselessly the fire-bolts forked aim :While hurricanes, whose wings were frore with sheer the vines, and oer the harvest valeSpread barrenness ? Where was Salvator all the air a bursting sea earth ?—On Ternis cliff he tempest sweeping
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