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lo d'u trade of Cockney-poetry, has lately “ () weep for Adonais_he is dead !
died of a consumption, after having 0, weep for Adonais ! though our tears 1. fwritten two or three little books of Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a verses, much neglected by the
public. ***His vanity was probably wrung not
And thou, sad hour! selected from all years the less than his purse ; for he had it upon
To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure the authority of the Cockney Homers And teach them thine own sorror, say
conipeers, was and Virgils, that he might become a
with me se light to their region at a future time. Died Adonais ! till the future does
But all this is not necessary to help Forget the past. His fate and fame shall be a consumption to the death of a poor An echo and a light!! unto eternity.”
sedentary man, with an unhealthy * aspect, and a mind harassed by the Now, of this unintelligible stuff the first troubles of versemaking.
The whole fifty-five stanzas are composed. a New School, however, will have it Here an hour-a dead hour too-is to that he was slaughtered by a criticism say that Mr J. Keats died along with of the Quarterly Review.-"O flesh, it! yet this hour has the heavy busihowart thou fishified !”—There is even ness on its hands of mourning the loss * resan aggravation in this cruelty of the of its fellow-defunct, and of rousing all
Review--for it had taken three or four its obscure compeers to be taught its
years to slayits victim, the deadly blow own sorrow, &c. Mr Shelley and his le having been inflicted at least as long tribe have been panegyrized' in their
since. We are not now to defend a pub- turn for power of language ; and the lication so well able to defend itself. man of " Table-talk” swears by all But the fact is, that the Quarterly the gods he owns, that he has a great finding before it a work at once silly command of words, to which the most and presumptuous, full of the servile eloquent effusions of the Fives Court slang that Cockaigne dictates to its are occasionally inferior. But any man servitors, and the vulgar indecorums may have the command of every word which that Grub Street Empire re- in the vocabulary, if he will fling them joiceth to applaud, told the truth of the like pebbles from a sack; and even in volume, and recommended a change the most fortuitous flinging, they will of manners and of masters to the scrib- sometimes fall in pleasing though bler. Keats wrote on; but he wrote useless forms. The art of the modern indecently, probably in the indulgence Della Cruscan is thus to eject every of his social propensities. He selected epithet that he can conglomerate in from Boccació, and, at the feet of the his piracy through the Lexicon, and Italian Priapus, supplicated for fame throw them out to settle as they will. and farthings.
He follows his own rhymes, and “ Both halves the winds dispersed in shapes his subject to the close of his empty air.”
measure. He is a glutton of all names Mr P. B. Shelly having been the of colours, and flowers, and smells, person appointed by the Pisan trium- and tastes, and crowds his verse with virate to canonize the name of this ap- scarlet, and blue, and yellow, and prentice, “nipt in the bud,” as he green ; extracts tears from every thing, fondly tells us, has accordingly pro- and makes moss and mud hold reguduced an Elegy, in which he weepslar conversations with him. “A goose" after the manner of Moschus for pye talks,"—it does more, it thinks, Bion.” The canonizer is worthy of the and has its peculiar sensibilities,-it saint.--"Et tu, Vitula !”-Locke says, smiles and weeps, raves to the stars, that the most resolute liar cannot lie and is a listener to the western wind, more than once in every three sen- as fond as the author himself. tences. Folly is more engrossing ; for On these principles, a hundred or a we could prove, from the present hundred thousand verses might be Elegy, that it is possible to write two made, equal to the best in Adonais, sentences of pure nonsense out of every without taking the pen off the paper. three. A more faithful calculation The subject is indifferent to us, let it would bring us to ninety-nine out of be the - Golden age," or Mother every hundred, or, -as the present Goose, "-" Waterloo,” or the “ Wit consists of only fifty-five stanzas, of the Watchhouse, “Tom Thumb," leaving about five readable lines in the or “ Thistlewood.” We will underentire. It thus commences :-- take to furnish the requisite supply of
blue andcrimson daisies and dandelions, Cenci, Beatrice is condemned to die not with the toilsome and tardy lutu- for parricide, situation that
, in a lence of the puling master of verbiage true poet, might awaken a noble suein question, but with a burst and tor- cession of distressful thought. The rent that will sweep away all his weedy mingling of remorse, natural affection
, trophies. For example-Wontner, the woman's horror at murder, and altera city marshal, a very decent person, nate melancholy and fear at the progwho campaigns it once a year, from pect of the grave, in Percy Byshe works the Mansion-house to Blackfriars up only this frigid rant:bridge, truncheoned and uniformed as becomes a man of his military habits, Its wandering strings must be what blind beste
How comes this hair undone ? had the misfortune to fracture his leg on the last Lord Mayor's day. The And yet I tied it fast ! !subject is among the most unpromising. We will undertake it, however, (premising, that we have no idea of The sunshine on the floor is black ! The turning the accident of this respectable air man into any degree of ridicule.) Is changed to vapours, such as the dead
breathe O WEEP FÓR ADONAIS, &C.
In charnel pits ! Poh! I am choak'd ! Oweep for Wontner, for his leg is broke, O weep for Wontner, though our pearly A clinging, black, contaminating mist
About me, 'tis substantial, heavy, thick. Can never cure him. Dark and dimly broke I cannot pluck it from me, for it glues The thunder cloud o'er Paul's enamelled My fingers and my limbs to one another
And eats into my sinews, and dissolves When his black barb, with lion-like career, My flesh to a pollution,” &c. &c. Scatter'd the crowd.--Coquetting Migni.
So much for the history of " Glue
" onet, Thou Hyacinth fond, thou Myrtle without -and so much easier is it to rake to fear,
gether the vulgar vocabulary of rottenHaughty Geranium, in your beaupots set,
ness and reptilism, than to paint the Were then your soft and starry eyes unwet? workings of the mind. This raving is The pigeons saw it, and on silver wings
such as perhaps no excess of madness Hung in white flutterings, for they could of a Cockney, determined to be as mad
ever raved, except in the imagination not fly, Hoar-headed Thames checked all his crys- lections of the shambles.
as possible, and opulent in his recol
. tal springs, Day closed above his pale, imperial eye,
In the same play, we have a speciThe silken Zephyrs breathed a vermeil men of his “art of description." He sigh.
tells of a ravineHigh Heavens! ye Hours ! and thou Úra-ni-a !
“And in its depths there is a mighty Rock, Where were ye then ? Reclining languidly Sustain'd itself with terror and with toil !
Which has, from unimaginable years,
With which it clings, seems slowly coursing
Even as a wretched soul, hour after hour, Come to my arms, &c.
Clings to the mass of life, yet clinging We had intended to call attention by and learning, makes more dark the dred but we leave their beauties to be ascer In which it fears to fall. Beneath this tained by individual perspicacity; only crag, requesting their marked admiration of Huge as despair, as if in wearines, the epithets coquetting, fond, fearless, The melancholy mountain yozens below." and haughty, which all tastes will feel
&c. &c. to have so immediate and inimitable an application to mignionet, hyacinths, is
And all this is done by a rock-What myrtles, and geraniums. But Percy novel sufferer-its toil—the agony wido Byshe has figured as a sentimentalist which so sensitive a out putting him to the blush by praise. ginable years? The magnitude of this What follows illustrates his power melancholy and injured monster is hapbefore, and we can quote largely with. to its paternal support, from unimi:
ki, kas ke of despair ! Soul becomes substan. For whom should she have wak'd the sul. 14-al, and darkens a dread abyss. Such
len year? pre Cockney, darings before. “ the To Phæbus was not Hyacinth so dear, trods, and columns” that abhor medi. Nor to himself Narcissus, as to both, zority. And is it to this dreary non
Thou, Adonais ; wan they stand, and sere, use that is to be attached the name
Amid the drooping comrades of their youth,
With dew all turn'd to tears, odour to poetry? Yet on these two passages
sighing ruth.” Je whole lauding of his fellow-Cockseys has been lavished. But Percy Here is left, to those whom it may
yshe feels his hopelessness of poetic concern, the pleasant perplexity, wheSputation, and therefore lifts himself ther the lament for Mr J. Keats is
1 the stilts of blasphemy. He is the shared between Phæbus and Narcisaly verseman of the day, who has da- sus, or Summer and Autumn. It is :d, in a Christian country, to work useless to quote those absurdities any it for himself the character of direct farther en masse, but there are flowers TheSm! In his present poem, he of poesy thickly spread through the lks with impious folly of the en- work, which we rescue for the sake of jous wrath of man or God!" Of a any future Essayist on the Bathos. • Branded and ensanguined brow,
Absurdity. Which was like Cain's or Christ's."
The green lizard, and the golden snake, Offences like these naturally come Like unimprison’d flowers out of their efore a more effective tribunal than
trance awake. An hour jat of criticism. We have heard it entioned as the only apology for the Died Adonais, till the Future dares
Say, with me redominant irreligion and nonsense vasf this person's works, that his under Forget the Past--his fate and fame shall be
An echo and a light to all eternity. anding is unsettled. But in his Preace, there is none of the exuberance Whose tapers yet burn there the night of If insanity ; there is a great deal of Time, "olly, and a great deal of bitterness, For which Suns perish'd ! ut nothing of the wildness of his oetic fustian. The Bombastes Fu
Echo,-pined away oso of these stanzas cools into sneer
Into a shadow of all sounds! ng in the preface; and his language That mouth whence it was wont to draw gainst the death-dealing Quarterly leview, which has made such havoc Which gave it strength to pierce the guard
the breath the Empire of Cockaigne, is merely
ed wit! alignant, mean, and peevishly personal. We give a few stanzas of this
Comfortless ! verformance, taken as they occur. As silent lighting leaves the starless night. **• O weep for Adonais ! He is dead ! Neep, melancholy mother, wakeand weep;
Live thou whose infamy is not thy fame ! l'et wherefore ? quench within their burning bed
Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! Why fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep sike his, a mute and uncoinplaining sleep, We in mad trance strike with our spirit's or he is gone, where all things wise and
Invulnerable nothings ! Descend! Oh dream not that the amorous deep
Where lofty thought Will yet restore him to the vital air. Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs And love, and life, contend in it--for what at our despair.”
Shall be its earthly doom-The dead live
there, The seasons and a whole host of And move, like roinds of light, on dark and personages, ideal and otherwise, come co lament over Adonais. They act in he following manner :
Who mourns for Adonais-oh! come forth, - Grief made the young Spring wild, and Tond wretch ! and know thyself and him
aright, she threw down Ier kindling buds, as if the Autumn were, Clasp with thy panting soul the perdulous
Earth! Or they dead leaves, since her delight is
Dart thy spirit's light Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies;
Of her own dying smile instead of eyes!"
In flowery beauty sleepeth he no sleep; When hope has kindled hope, and lured thee Like that bewitching youth Endymion ! to the brink.
My love is dead, alas, as any stone,
That by some violet-sided smiling river A light is past from the revolving year ; Weepeth too fondly! He is dead and gone, And man and zeomen, and what still is dear | And fair Aurora, o'er her young believer, Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wi- With fingers gloved with roses, doth make ther.
And every bud its petal green doth sever, That benediction, which th' eclipsing curse And Phæbus sets in night for ever, and Of birth can quench not, that sustaining
for ever! love,
And others come! ye Splendours ! and ye Which, through the web of being blindly Beauties ! wove,
Ye Raptures ! with your robes of pear? By man, and beast, and earth, and air, and
and blue; sea!
Ye blushing Wonders ! with your scarlet Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of shoe-ties; The fire for which all thirst.
Ye Horrors bold! with breasts of lilyhue; Death makes, as becomes him, a great
Ye Hope's stern flatterers ! He would trust figure in this “ Lament,”—but in ra
Whene'er he saw you with your chesnut ther curious operations. He is alter
hair, nately a person, a thing, nothing, &c. Dropping sad daffodils ; and rosepinks true! He is, “ The coming bulk of Death,”
Ye Passions proud! with lips of bright Then “ Death feeds on the mute voice.”
Ye Sympathies! with eyes like evening star, A clear sprite
When on the glowing east she rolls her Reigns over Death
crimson car. Kingly Death
Oh, bard-like spirit ! beautiful and swift! Keeps liis pale court.
Sweet lover of pale night ; when Luna's Spreads apace
lamp The shadow of white Death.
Shakes sapphire dew-drops through a cloudy The damp Death Quench'd its caress
Purple as woman's mouth, o'er ocean Death
damp; Blush'd to annihilation !
Thy quivering rose-tinged tongue—thy Her distress
stealing tramp; Roused Death. Death rose and smiled
The dazzling glory of thy gold-tinged He lives, he wakes, 'tis Death is dead !
Thy whisker-waving lips, as o'er the swamp As this wild waste of words is alto
Řises the meteor, when the year doth fail
, gether beyond our comprehension, we Like beauty in decay, all
, all are flat and will proceed to the more gratifying
stale.” office of giving a whole, unbroken specimen of the Poet's powers, exercised of the improvement that an approprion a subject rather more within their ate subject makes in a writer's style. sphere. The following Poem has been It is incomparably less nonsensical
, sent to us as written by Percy Byshe, verbose, and inflated, than Adonais and we think it contains all the essence while it retains all its knowledge of of his odoriferous, colorific, and daisy- nature, vigour of colouring, and felienamoured style. The motto is from city of language. Adonais has been pub“ Adonais."
lished by the author in Italy, the fit ting soil for the poem, sent over to his
honoured correspondents throughout “ And others came.--Desires and Adorations, Wing'd Persuasions, and veild Destinies,
the realm of Cockaigne, with a de Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incan
lightful mysteriousness worthy of the dignity of the subject and the writer.
This poem strikes us as an evidence
ELEGY ON MY TOM CAT.
MECHANIQUE CELESTE; OR THE PROPHETIC ALMANACK, FOR 1822. PERHAPS no greater demonstration of gether an astrological doctrine; and - he utter contempt in which any indi- long before the days of Sir Isaac New
idual held the understanding of a ton, was as well understood as it is at jeople, was ever exhibited than that this moment. The correspondence alf Cobbet bringing over the bones of leged by the ancient physicians to exTom Paine from America, in the hope ist between the positions of the moon if making as profitable a thing of the and the stages of various diseases, is so peculation as the Jew dealers in the far from being rejected by the modern ags and relics of the Christian mar- faculty, that it has been openly mainyrs made of old, when it became a tained. The astrologers assert, that i-cart of religion to venerate such trump- the fits of a particular kind of mad
ry. The scheme, however, failed; the ness are governed by the moon; that' people of England rejected, with deri- her rays quicken the putrefaction of ion, the rotten remnants of the Apostle animal matter ; that persons are renf Anarchy; and Cobbet, convinced dered dull and drowsy who sleep ex"hat although many among them were posed to the moon-light; that
vegeainted with the political heresies of his tables sown in the waxing of the moon ect, they yet entertained some fear of differ in flavour from the same kind fod, and hopes of an hereafter, threw. sown in her waning; that vines pru
he bones to the dogs, and betook him- ned during her conjunction with the -elf to writing religious tracts. sun, shoot forth a less rank foliage af
It is in fact no longer the custom terwards; and that timber felled at mong the Radical chiefs to affect to the same time, endures longest uncoronsider the multitude as a “thinking rupted. They also assert that oysters, people.” They have changed their crabs, and all testaceous fish, grow fat node, and now really treat them as far and full with the progress of the moon, below the scale of rational beings, in and dwindle with her relapses ; that he nineteenth century, and in England she has an influence in the production 00, as they formerly affected to con- of mares and horses; and that children sider them above it. Instead, therefore, born at the time of the new moon are of appealing to their reason with alleged always short-lived. The fact of these 'acts and assumed grievances, they ad- allegations might be so easily ascerIress them as if they were depraved to tained, that it is surprising they should he superstition of the middle ages, and still be pronounced incredible, and deittack their fears with every species of nied rather than contradicted. vil augury and omen. The estimate in
6 Yet safe the world and free from change che one case is, we are persuaded, as er
doth last; coneous as it was in the other, and the No years increase it, and no years can waste epoch of Radical superstition will prove Its course it urges on, and keeps its frame, but the shadow of the departed Radical And still will be, because 'twas still the insubordination. But it is not wise to allow the imposition to gather strength It stands secure from Time’s devouring unnoticed. - The New Prophetic Al- rage, manack,” with its malignant bode- For 'tis a god, nor can it change with age.” ments, has enjoyed one year of pro- And therefore, say the astrologers, fitable imposture, and it is time that who require us to grant the unchangethe public attention should be di- able nature of the universe, that a rected to its frauds and its character. correspondence and coincidence must
The study of astrology itself, as exist throughout the whole universal professing to discover, by celestial phe- phenomena ; as in the machinery of a homena, future mutations in the ele- clock, in which the state of one part ments and terrestrial bodies, ought,* indicates what has passed, or is to happerhaps, not to be despised. The theo-, pen, in another. y of the tides, for example, is alto- The notion of the unalterability
Sir Christopher Heyden's Defence of Astrology, p. 2. Ed. 1603. + Dr Mead's Treatise concerning the Influence of the Sun and Moon upon Human Bodies. See also Edinburgh Review, Vol. XII. p. 36.-Balfour on Sol-Lunar Inuence. VOL. X.