Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . LAMAN —1845. In the nourishing sunshine of success, this cultivated writerwould certainly have done great things. With greater depth thanBayley, much of the fancy of Barry Cornwall, and with a commandof language that is unusual, Mr. Blanchard wrote verses beautifulin their refinement, and springing from the true source. ^Y i^m l^. THE POETS HEART Tis like unto that dainty flowerThat shuts by day its fragrance lifts unto a darkened hourIts
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . LAMAN —1845. In the nourishing sunshine of success, this cultivated writerwould certainly have done great things. With greater depth thanBayley, much of the fancy of Barry Cornwall, and with a commandof language that is unusual, Mr. Blanchard wrote verses beautifulin their refinement, and springing from the true source. ^Y i^m l^. THE POETS HEART Tis like unto that dainty flowerThat shuts by day its fragrance lifts unto a darkened hourIts little essence-cup. Tis as the grape on which it lives ;That pleasure-ripened heart must beIn sorrow crushed, or ere it givesThe wine of poesy. Or like some silver-winged taper tempted from its flight,It sparkles, faints, falls mingles with the light. And sure it bears a fortune suchAs waits upon that graceful music, mute to living touch,At deaths dim porch is heard. And still the dol^Dhins fate partakes :Though bright the hue which pride hath given,Tis pain whose darting pencil wakesThe master-tints of
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