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And ne'er to fail? Shall that blest day arrive
For you, in presence of this little band
Whom morning wakes, among sweet dews and Whose love, whose counsel, whose commands have flowers
Of every clime, to till the lonely field,
Your very poorest rich in peace of thought
Be happy in himself? The law of faith,
Working through love, such conquest shall it gain, With scantiest knowledge, master of all truth
For, though in whispers speaking, the full heart
This vesper service closed, without delay,
Of those celestial splendours; gray the vault,
"Once," and with mild demeanour, as he spake,
Then, in the bosom of yon mountain cove,
Of human victims, offer'd up t' appease
The thing that hath been as the thing that is,
Th' existing worship! and with those compared,
The dewy fields; but ere the vicar's door
In wandering with us through the valleys fair,
To enfeebled power,
To seek, in degradation of the kind,
On a friendly deck reposing,
They at length for Venice steer;
There, when they had closed their voyage,
Watch'd for tidings from the east, beheld his lord, Fell down and clasp'd his knees for joy, not uttering word.
Mutual was the sudden transport;
Each word greedier than the last; "Hie thee to the countess, friend! return with
speed, And of this stranger speak by whom her lord was freed.
"Say that I, who might have languish'd,
For a crowning recompense, the precious grace
Innocent, and meek, and good,
Though with misbelievers bred; but that dark night Will Holy Church disperse by beams of gospel
Swiftly went that gray-hair'd servant,
Charged with greetings, benedictions,
For a sunny thought to cheer the stranger's way, Her virtuous scruples to remove, her fears allay.
Fancy (while, to banners floating
Deafening noise of welcome mounted,
The devout embraces still, while such tears fell As made a meeting seem most like a dear farewell.
Through a haze of human nature,
Look'd the beautiful deliverer
While across her virgin cheek pure blushes stray'd,
On the ground the weeping countess
Nor did aught of future days that kiss belie,
Which, with a generous shout, the crowd did ratify.
Christian meekness smooth'd for all the path of life, Who loving most, should wiseliest love, their only strife.
Constant to the fair Armenian,
Gentle pleasures round her moved,
A pleasure house built by the late Duke of Norfolk upon the banks of Ullswater. Force is the word used in the Lake District for waterfall.
WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES.
comparison with those of Dr. Watts, and which are admirably calculated to answer the benevolent purpose for which they are designed.
Mr. Bowles some years ago attracted considerable attention by his controversy with Byron on the subject of the writings of Pope. He advanced certain opinions which went to show that he considered him "no poet," and that, according to the
WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES, of an ancient family in the county of Wilts, was born in the village of King's-Sutton, Northamptonshire-a parish of which his father was vicar-on the 24th of September, 1762. His mother was the daughter of Dr. Richard Grey, chaplain to Nathaniel Crew, Bishop of Durham. The poet received his early education at Winchester school; and he rose to be the senior boy. He was entered at Trinity Col-"invariable principles" of poetry, the century of lege, Oxford, where he obtained the Chancellor's fame which had been accorded to the " Essay on prize for a Latin poem, and where, in 1792, he took Man" was unmerited. Campbell opened the dehis degree. On quitting the university he entered fence; and Byron stepped forward as a warm and into holy orders, and was appointed to a curacy in somewhat angry advocate. A sort of literary warWiltshire; soon afterwards he was preferred to a fare followed; and a host of pamphlets on both living in Gloucestershire; in 1803 he became a sides were rapidly issued. As in all such cases, prebend of Salisbury; and the Archbishop Moore the question remains precisely where it did. presented him with the rectory of Bremhill, Wilts, Bowles, however, though he failed in obtaining a where he has since constantly resided,-only now victory, and made, we imagine, few converts to and then visiting the metropolis,-enjoying the his "invariable principles," manifested during the country and its peculiar sources of profitable de-contest so much judgment and ability, that his light; performing with zeal and industry his paro- reputation as a critic was considerably enhanced. chial duties; and beloved by all who dwell within or approach the happy neighbourhood of his residence.
The Sonnets of Bowles (his first publication) appeared in 1793. They were received with considerable applause; and the writer, if he had obtained no other reward for his labours, would have found ample recompense in the fact that they contributed to form the taste and call forth the genius of Coleridge, whom they "delighted and inspired." The author of "Christabel" speaks of himself as having been withdrawn from seve ral perilous errors" by the genial influence of a style of poetry, so tender, and yet so manly, so natural and real, and yet so dignified and harmonious, as the Sonnets of Mr. Bowles." He was not, how-lent passions of human kind; but he keeps an
ever, satisfied with expressing in prose his sense of obligation, but in poetry poured out his gratitude to his first master in minstrel lore:
"My heart has thank'd thee, Bowles, for those soft strains,
The poetry of Bowles has not attained a high degree of popularity. He is appreciated more for the purity of his sentiments than for any loftiness of thought or richness of fancy. He has never dealt with themes that "stir men's minds;" but has satisfied himself with inculcating lessons of sound morality, and has considered that to lead the heart to virtue is the chiefest duty of the Muse. His style is, as Coleridge described it nearly fifty years ago, "tender yet manly;" and he has undoubtedly brought the accessories of harmonious versification and graceful language to the aid of "right thinking" and sound judgment. His poems seldom startle or astonish the reader: he does not labour to probe the heart, and depict the more vio-.
In 1805 he published the "Spirit of Discovery by Sea." It is the longest of his productions, and is by some considered his best. The more recem of his works is the "Little Villagers' Verse Book ;" a collection of hymns that will scarcely suffer by
" even tenor," and never disappoints or dissatisfies by attempting a higher flight than that which he may safely venture.
The main point of his argument against Pope will best exhibit his own character. He considers that from objects sublime or beautiful in themselves, genius will produce more admirable creations than it can from those which are comparatively poor and insignificant. The topics upon which Mr. Bowles has employed his pen are such only as are naturally excellent.