Beyond the shadow of the ship 
BAYLEY’S 
Purpésing if to-morrow’s sun shall shine 
Upon these eyes, once more to visit thee.” 
Bayley, 53. 
- « Farewel, O warbler ! till to-morrow’s eve, 
And you my friends farewel.” 
Lyrical Ballads, 95. 
We now eome to the Forest Fay, the 
metre of which poem is copied from the 
Forsaken Indian of Mr. Wordsworth. 
The plagiarisms here, which are innu- 
merable, are mostly in masquerade ; but 
Mr. Bayley’s wardrobe not being very 
large, a passing look is sufficient to de- 
tect them. * To string together parallel 
passages is the fashionable criticism of 
the day, and considered as mere criti- 
cism it is idle and worthless work. In 
the present instance it becomes an act of 
justice to expose an impostor. 
‘« Then point [ ont the squirrel’s hoard, 
Then point I out what trees afford 
Safe nourishment and wholesome food 
Among the treasurés of the wood. 
I guide to where sweet berries grow, 
Where earth-nuts in the turf abound.” 
Bayley, 62. 
Filched in spirit, and partly in words 
from the Mad Mother. 
««T know the poisons of the shade; 
I know the earth-nuts fit for food.” 
-Lyrical Ballads, i. 142. 
* * ’ * 
* Then ditties fill the air around, 
Then choral strains together rise ; 
Now one soft, Howing single sound.” 
Bayley, 62. 
«« Sometimes all little birds that are 
How they seem’d to fill the sea and air 
With their sweet jargoning. 
And now ‘owas like ail instruments, 
Wow like a lonely flute, 
And now itis an angel’s song 
That makes the heavens be mute.” 
Lyrical Ballads, 1. 170. 
* * * * 
“¢a goblin rout 
Swim to and fro, and in and out, 
They coil about in wreaths like snakes 
And swarm thick-clustering in the light, 
’ Then dash the fire about in flakes, 
And skirmish with well-mimick’d fight; 
And oft the fire-flood shifts its hue, 
Green, purple, yellow, red or blue.” 
Bayley, 63. 
“To and fro they were hurried about, 
And to and fro and in and out. 
— 
I watch'd the water-snakes, _ } 
"Phey moved in tracks of shining white, 
And when they rear’d, the elfish light 
\ 
Potms, 549 
Fell off in hoary flakes. 
Within the shadow of the ship 
I wateh’d their rich attire ; 
Blue; glossy green, and velvet black, 
They coil’d and swam, and every track 
Was a flash of golden fire.” 
Lyrical Ballads, i. 164. 
«« About, about, in teel and rout 
The death fires danced at night, 
The water like a witch’s oils, 
Burnt green, and blue and white.” 
Ibid. 154. 
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«©Oh, sov’reign Nature! thou whose sacred 
sway 
Softens the rugged heart ; by thee beguil’d 
The soul new-moulds its essence ; soft and 
mild 
Is the sweet influence that soothes away 
Each jarring discord: thou with thy sweet 
play 
Of forms and tints; waters and thickets wild, 
So strongly workest on thy waywatd child, 
That, conquer’d, all his soul receives thy ray.” 
Bayley, Sonnet, i. 79. 
+ ‘till his very soul 
Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deform’d 
By sights of ever more deformity. — 
— With other ministrations thou, O Nature! 
Healest thy wanderingand distemper'd child < 
Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, 
Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing 
sweets, 
Thy melodies of woods, and winds and. 
waters, 
Till he relent and can no more endure 
To be a jarring and a dissonant thing 
Amid this general dance and minstrelsy.” 
Lyrical Ballads, tae ii. 
* * * 
The Sonnets are chiefly stolen from 
Mr. Bowles, sometimes the theft is verbal, 
more frequently the thoughts and plan 
are pilfered. ‘True to his goldenrule of 
writing by pattern, Mr. Peter Bayley 
has extended it from one or two lines to 
whole poems. He has even invented a 
new mode of plagiarism, that of trans- 
lating from his contemporaries, unless 
indeed it be imitated from the common 
school exercise of turning an Ode of 
Horace into a different metre—thus the 
following Sonnet is reversified from Mr. 
Bowles. 
«To a Flowering Shrul—in Winter. 
«‘How art thou.chang’d, once-blooming tree! 
when last 
Amid these paths I gave my feet to stray, 
Cherish’d by gales and show’rs, and sum- 
“ mer’s ray, 
Fair didst thou flourish —But thy hour is 
past 5 
And, scatter’d by the fury of the blast, 
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