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contemporary rivals in the art ; and it is to be lamented that his life was so short, as there is a sublimity in many of his ideas-a rich vein of deep thought, and powerful feeling running through most of his productions-it may render them perfect studies for the poet
The poem of “ Queen Mab," which has been styled “ his glory as a poet, and his shame as a man," was penned at the early age of 18; and it contains many parts written in the most gorgeous and masterly style; and for imaginative description, perhaps is not excelled in any poem ever produced ; but (as has been well ob served,) the titles of the Divine Being are so often inde. corously sported with in such outrageous paradoxes, coupled with much that is decidedly vile and detestable, that it may be safely asserted no singleindividual retaining one spark of religious feeling, can ever have that spark extinguished by a perusal of the poem."-It is this feeling that has caused its retention in the present pages; as it contains beauties of a most transcendent nature; and no edition of his poems could be deemed perfect without it.
en apartment in the Cenci Palace. Enter COUNT CENC:
and CARDINAL CAMILLO. Cam. That matter of the murder is hushed up If you consent to yield his Holiness Your fief that lies beyond the Pincian gate. It needed all my interest in the conclave To bend him to this point: he said that you Bought perilous impunity with your gold : That crimes like yours, if once or twice compounded, Enriched the Church, and respited from hell An erring soul which might repent and live; But, that the glory and the interest Of the high throne he fills, little consist With making it a daily mart of guilt As manifold and hideous as the deeds Which you scarce hide from men’s revolted eyes,
Cen. The third of my possessions !-let it go! Ah, I once heard the nephew of the Pope Had sent his architect to view the ground, Meaning to build a villa on my vines The next time I compounded with his uncle: I little thought he should outwit me so! Henceforth no witness not the lamp-shall see That which the vassal threatened to divulge, Whose throat is choked with dust for his reward. The deed he saw could not have rated higher That his most worthless life:-it angers me! Respited me from Hell !So may the Devil iment. Respite their souls from Heaven. No doubt Pope Cie And his most charitable nephews, pray
That the Apostle Peter and the saints
0 Count Cenci!
Cen. For which Aldobrandino owes you now
Cam. Thou execrable man, beware!
Cen. Of thee?
As to my character for what men call crime,
Art thou not
Cen. Why miserable ?--No. I am what your theologians call Hardened ; which they must be in impudence, So to revile a man's peculiar taste. True, I was happier than I am, while yet Manhood remained to act the thing I thought : While lust was sweeter than revenge ; and now Invention palls: ay, we must all grow old : And but that there yet remains a deed to act Whose horror might make sharp an appetíte Duller than mine-I'd do,--I know not what, When I was young I thought of nothing else But pleasure, and I fed on honey sweets : Men, by St. Thomas! cannot live like bees, And I grew tired: yet, till I killed a foe,
And heard his groans, and heard his children's groans,
Cen. The third of my possessions! I must use
Close husbandry, or gold, the old man's sword, mavidireFalls from my withered hand. But yesterday
There came an order from the Pope to make
(Looking around him suspiciously..
wadruplo Fourfold provision
for my cursed son ;