That sin-wrecked being! and I saw her laid Still as I went came other change-the frame And still the breathing, we exclaimed-'Tis death! From Moore, happily still a living poet, and one whose works are in the hands of all, we will make only one short extract-a specimen of his brilliant Orientalism, which may be compared with that of Southey's in a preceding page. Here is the exquisitely beautiful description in the Fire Worshippers, the finest of the four tales composing Lalla Rookh,' of the calm after a storm, in which the heroine, the gentle Hinda, awakens in the war-bark of her lover Hafed, the noble Gheber chief, into which she had been transferred from her own galley while she had swooned with terror from the tempest and the fight : How calm, how beautiful comes on Melt off, and leave the land and sea Beneath no rich pavilion's shade, But the rude litter, roughly spread And some, who seemed but ill to brook BYRON. Byron was the writer whose blaze of popularity it mainly was that threw Scott's name into the shade, and induced him to abandon verse. Yet the productions which had this effect-the เ Giaour,' the Bride of Abydos,' the Corsair,' &c., published in 1813 and 1814 (for the new idolatry was scarcely kindled by the two respectable, but somewhat tame, cantos of 'Childe Harold,' in quite another style, which appeared shortly before these effusions), were, in reality, only poems written in what may be called a variation of Scott's own manner- —Oriental lays and romances, Turkish Marmions and Ladies of the Lake. The novelty of scene and subject, the exaggerated tone of passion in the outlandish tales, and a certain trickery in the writing (for it will hardly now be called anything else), materially aided by the mysterious interest attaching to the personal history of the noble bard, who, whether he sung of Giaours, or Corsairs, or Laras, was always popularly believed to be "himself the great sublime he drew," wonderfully excited and intoxicated the public mind at first, and for a time made all other poetry seem tame and wearisome; but, if Byron had adhered to the style by which his fame was thus originally made, it probably would have proved transient enough. Few will now be found to assert that there is anything in these earlier poems of his comparable to the great passages in those of Scott-to the battle in Marmion,' for instance, or the raising of the clansmen by the fiery cross in the 'Lady of the Lake,' or many others that might be mentioned: But Byron's vigorous and elastic genius, although it had already tried various styles of poetry, was, in truth, as yet only preluding to its proper display. First, there had been the very small note of the Hours of Idleness;' then, the sharper, but not more original or much more promising, strain of the English Bards and Scotch Reviewers' (a satirical attempt in all respects inferior to Gifford's 'Baviad and Mæviad,' of which it was a slavish imitation); next, the certainly far higher and more matured, but quiet and somewhat commonplace, manner of the two first cantos of Childe Harold;' after that, suddenly the false glare and preternatural vehemence of these Oriental rhapsodies, which yet, however, with all their hollowness and extravagance, evinced infinitely more power than anything he had previously done, or rather were the only poetry he had 'yet produced that gave proof of any remarkable poetic genius. The Prisoner of Chillon' and 'Parisina,' the 'Siege of Corinth' and 'Mazeppa,' followed, all in a spirit of far more truth, and depth, and beauty than the other tales that had preceded them; but the highest forms of Byron's poetry must be sought for in the two last cantos of 'Childe Harold,' in his 'Cain' and ' Manfred,' and, 4 above all, in his 'Don Juan.' The last-mentioned extraordinary work, unfinished as it is, may justly claim to be accounted on the whole the greatest English poem produced in the present century, or indeed in the preceding. It contains some, nay, much poetry, as high as is to be found in any other, and no other displays a poetic genius nearly so rich and various-so great in the most opposite kinds of writing, from the lightest play of wit and satire up to the noblest strains of impassioned song. We will give the letter of Julia to Juan in the First Canto, which may be compared with the letter of Constance in Campbell's 'Theodric,' given a few back: They tell me 'tis decided; you depart; 'Tis wise-'tis well, but not the less a pain; I used; I write in haste, and, if a stain I loved, I love you, for this love have lost pages State, station, heaven, mankind's, my own esteem, So dear is still the memory of that dream; Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 'Tis woman's whole existence;-man may range And few there are whom these cannot estrange |