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Graham's magazine . g ournotice of the poem to a close. We feel grieved that ourobservations have been so much at random:—but at random,after all, is it alone possible to convey either the letter orthe spirit of that, which, a mere jumble of incongruousnonsense, has neither beginning, middle, nor end. Weshould be delighted to proceed—but how ? to applaud—butwhat ? Surely not this trumpery declamation, this maudlinsentiment, this metaphor run-mad, this twaddling verbiage,this halting and doggrel rhythm, this unintelligible rant andcant! Slid, if these be your passados and montantes,well have no
Graham's magazine . g ournotice of the poem to a close. We feel grieved that ourobservations have been so much at random:—but at random,after all, is it alone possible to convey either the letter orthe spirit of that, which, a mere jumble of incongruousnonsense, has neither beginning, middle, nor end. Weshould be delighted to proceed—but how ? to applaud—butwhat ? Surely not this trumpery declamation, this maudlinsentiment, this metaphor run-mad, this twaddling verbiage,this halting and doggrel rhythm, this unintelligible rant andcant! Slid, if these be your passados and montantes,well have none of them. Mr. Mathews, you have clearlymistaken your vocation, and your effusion as little deservesthe title of, poem, (oh sacred name!) as did the rocks of theroyal forest of Fontaincbleau that of mes deserts bestowedupon them by Francis the First. In bidding you adieu wecommend to your careful consideration the remark of que le Ministre de VInstruction Publique doit lui-mcme savoir purler VA l
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