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Fear not, nor tremble, little bird,
We'll use thee kindly now;

And sure there's in a friendly word

An accent even THOU shouldst know; For kindness which the heart doth teach Disdaineth all peculiar speech:

'Tis common to the bird and brute,
To fallen man, to angel bright;
And sweeter 'tis than lonely lute
Heard in the air at night;
Divine and universal tongue,
Whether by bird or spirit sung!

But, hark! is that a sound we hear
Come chirping from its throat,
Faint, short-but weak—and very clear,
And like a little grateful note?
Another ha! look where it lies,-
It shivers, gasps,-is still,-it dies!

"Tis dead! 'tis dead! and all our care
Is useless. Now, in vain

The mother's wo doth pierce the air,
Calling her nestling bird again !
All's vain; the singer's heart is cold,
Its eye is dim,-its fortune told!

AN INVOCATION TO BIRDS.

COME, all ye feathery people of mid air,

Who sleep 'midst rocks, or on the mountain summits Lie down with the wild winds; and ye who build

Your homes amidst green leaves by grottos cool;
And ye, who on the flat sands hoard your eggs
For suns to ripen, come! O phoenix rare!
If death hath spared, or philosophic search
Permit thee still to own thy haunted nest,
Perfect Arabian,-lonely nightingale!

Dusk creature, who art silent all day long,
But when pale eve unseals thy clear throat, loosest
Thy twilight music on the dreaming boughs,

Until they waken; and thou, cuckoo bird,
Who art the ghost of sound, having no shape
Material, but dost wander far and near,
Like untouch'd echo whom the woods deny
Sight of her love, come all to my slow charm!
Come thou, sky-climbing bird, wakener of morn,
Who springest like a thought unto the sun,
And from his golden floods dost gather wealth
(Epithalamium and Pindarique song),

And with it enrich our ears; come all to me,
Beneath the chamber where my lady lies,

And, in your several musics, whisper-Love!

WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES, of an ancient family in the county of Wilts, was born in the village of King's-Sutton, Northamptonshirea 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 College, Oxford, where he obtained the Chancellor's prize for a Latin poem, and where, in 1792, he took his degree. On quitting the University, he entered into holy orders, and was appointed to a curacy in Wiltshire: soon afterwards he was preferred to a living in Gloucestershire; in 1803, he became a prebend of Salisbury: and Archbishop Moore presented him with the rectory of Bremhill, Wilts, where he has since constantly resided,-only now and then visiting the metropolis,enjoying the country, and its peculiar sources of profitable delight, performing with zeal and industry his parochial 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 several 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, however, 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,
Whose sadness soothes me, like the murmuring

Of wild bees in the sunny showers of spring."

In 1805, he published the "Spirit of Discovery by Sea :" it is the longest of his productions, and is generally considered his best. The most recent of his works is the "Little Villagers' Verse Book," a collection of hymns that will scarcely suffer by com

parison with those of Dr. Watts; and which are admirably calculated to answer the benevolent purpose for which they are designed.

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Mr. Bowles some years ago attracted considerable attention by his controversy with Byron, on the subject of the writings of Pope. In prefacing an edition of the Works of Pope, he advanced certain opinions which went to show that he considered him "no Poet ;" and that, according to the "invariable principles" of poetry, the century of fame which had been accorded to the Essay on Man," was unmerited. Campbell opened the defence; and Byron stepped forward as a warm, and somewhat angry advocate. A sort of literary warfare followed; and a host of pamphlets on both sides were rapidly issued. As in all such cases, the question remains precisely where it did. Bowles, however, though he failed in obtaining a victory, and made, we imagine, few converts to his "invariable principles," manifested during the contest so much judgment and ability, that his reputation as a critic was considerably enhanced.

The poetry of Bowles has not attained a high degree of popu larity. 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 violent passions of human-kind; but he keeps an "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.

BOWLES.

ST. MICHAEL'S MOUNT.

MOUNTAIN! no pomp of waving woods hast thou,
That deck with varied shade thy hoary brow;
No sunny meadows at thy feet are spread,—
No streamlets sparkle o'er their pebbly bed.
But thou canst boast thy beauties,—ample views
That catch the rapt eye of the pausing Muse:
Headlands around new-lighted; sails, and seas
Now glassy smooth,-now wrinkling to the breeze;
And when the drizzly winter, wrapt in sleet,
Goes by, and wind and rain thy ramparts beat,—
Fancy can see thee standing thus aloof,
And frowning, bleak and bare, and tempest-proof,
Look, as with awful confidence, and brave
The howling hurricane,—the dashing wave;
More graceful when the storm's dark vapours frown,
Than when the summer suns in pomp go down!

CHANTREY'S SLEEPING CHILDREN.

Look at those sleeping children!—softly tread, Lest thou do mar their dream; and come not nigh "Till their fond mother, with a kiss, shall cry, ""Tis morn, awake! awake!" Ah! they are dead! Yet folded in each other's arms they lie— So still-oh, look! so still and smilingly;

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