147. SELECT PASSAGES IN VERSE. I. INVOCATION TO NIGHT.-J. F. HOLLINGS. COME, with thy sweeping cloud and starry vest, Of mirth which sports round fancy's fairy mine; II. EVENING.-CROLY.' WHEN eve is purpling cliff and cave, The golden lines of sunset glow. Like spirits crowd upon the eye,- Its beauty dying as we gaze; Yet as the shadows round us lower, Heaven pours above a brighter blaze. 'Rev. GEORGE CROLY, rector of St. Stephens, Walbrook, London, was born in Ireland, toward the close of the last century, and was educated at Trinity College, Dublin. Talented, and astonishingly industrious, he has written much both in prose and verse. He is a correct and elegant poet, and his prose style is clear, rich, idiomatic, and at times re markably eloquent When morning sheds its gorgeous dye, That turns not, at its eve, to heaven. III. NIGHT.-Coleridge.' THE crackling embers on the hearth are dead; The latch is fast; upon the window-sill IV. NIGHT AT CORINTH.-BYRON. 'Tis midnight: on the mountains brown The cold round moon shines deeply down: HARTLEY COLERIDGE, eldest son of SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, was born at Clevedown, a small village near Bristol, England, September 19th, 1796. He received his degree at Oriel College, Oxford, in 1821, though he was principally educated by desultory reading, and by the living voice of his father, WORDSWORTH, LLOYD, WILSON, and DE QUINCEY. He passed about two years in London, writing sonnets and small pieces for the "London Magazine;" conducted a boys' school, for five years, at Ambleside, Westmoreland county; and then removed to Grasmere, where he resided during the remainder of his life, supporting himself mostly by his pen, writing in part for "Blackwood's Magazine." He died on the 6th of January, 1849. Some of his poems are exquisite. ly beautiful, and his sonnets are surpassed by few in the language. His prose works are remarkable for brilliancy of imagery, beauty of thought, pure English style, and pleasing and instructive suggestions. The night here described is supposed to have been in 1715, when Corinth, then in possession of the Venetians, was besieged by the Turks. Blue roll the waters: blue the sky And the wild hum of that wild hōst As rose the Muezzin's' voice in air V. A SUMMER'S NIGHT.-P. J. BAILEY. THE last high upward slant of sun on the trees, 'Muezzin, one appointed by the Turks, who do not use bells for the purpose, to summon the religious to their devotions, to the extent of his voice. Wonted (wůnt' ed). When, like a drop of water, greaten'd bright - With all its little tyrannous things and deeds, Who that hath lain lonely on a high hill, VI. NIGHT AND DEATH.-WHITE.' MYSTERIOUS night! when our first parent knew Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, And lo! creation widen'd in man's view. 'JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE, & Spanish gentleman of Irish descent, who came to England in 1810, and devoted himself to literature, chiefly through the magazines and periodical press. He was born in 1775, and died in 1841. Hesperus, the evening star. That to such countless orbs thou madest us blind! VII. NIGHT. SHELLEY. How beautiful this night! The balmiest sigh, Heaven's ĕbon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills, A metaphor of peace;-all form a scene VIII. THE MOON. CHARLOTTE SMITH.' QUEEN of the silver bow! by thy pale beam, Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy way: 'Mrs. CHARLOTTE SMITH (MiSS TURNER) was born in King-street, St. James Square, London, May 4th, 1749. Her first collection of sonnets and other poems was very popular, passing through no less than eleven editions. Her first novel, "Emmeline," which was exceedingly popu lar, appeared in 1788. Her novels and other prose works, in all about forty volumes, were much admired by SIR WALTER SCOTT and other contemporaries; but she is now most known and most valued for her poetry, which abounds with touches of tenderness, grace, and beauty. She died on the 28th of October, 1806. |