‘ POETRY. 
Art. XXXVIIL. The Picture; Verses written in London; May 28, 1803, suggested 
by a dea Landscape 
Chee! W. Listt Bow es, 4to. pp. 20. 
** For lo! where, all alarm’d 
The small birds, from the late-resounding 
perch, 
Fly various, hush‘d their early song, and mark, 
Beneath the darkness of the bramble-bank 
That over-hangs the half-seen brook, where 
nod 
The flow'ring rushes, dew-besprent ; with 
éo4).abreast, 
Ruddy 
,and emerald wing, the king-fisher 
Steals through the dripping sedge away : what 
shape 
Of terror, scares the woodland habitants, 
Marring the music of the dawn? Look round, 
See, where he creeps, beneath the willowy 
stump, 
Cow'ring, and low, step silent after step, 
The booted fowler, keen his look, and tixt 
Upontheadverse bank, while, with firm hand, 
He grasps, the deadly tube: his dog, with 
Hung back, and stil and steady eye of fire 
Points to the prey ; the boor, intent, moves on 
Bilent and creeping close, beneath the leaves, 
And fears, lest ev’n the rustling reeds betray 
His foot-fali: nearer yet, and yet more near 
He stalks: ah! who shall save the heedless 
groupe, 
The speckled partridges, that in the sun, 
On yonder hillock green, across the stream, 
Bask unalarm’d, beneath the hawthorn bush, 
Whose aged boughs the crawling blackberry 
intwines !” 
or 
. These are the best lines in this poem, 
and in part these lines are excellent; 
but what namby-pamby Vauxhall song- 
monger ever invented any viler trash 
than this “ simple song :” 
Art. XXXIX. Fugitive Verse and Prose, 
MIRTH and mourning ; magpye fea- 
thers—a mixture of all heterogeneous 
materials. We select a serious and a 
eomic specimen. 
To the expiring Century, Jan. 1, 1801. 
«« Octennia hence !—The desolating groan 
Of wars’ ensanguin'd field ; the puspled pest ¢ 
Pale famine’s querulous cry, with triple moan 
Thy parting steps aitend.—Avauat unblest ! 
What tha’ philosophy has mark’'d thy road, 
And bright-ey’d science rear'd her radiant head, 
And polish’d arts theirsplendors havebestow’d; 
Meteors of bliss !—-* how little ye bestead !’ 
¢* Oh may thy new-born sister's rising rays, 
Compose this chaos of conficting woes |— 
May plenty, health, and peace command our 
praise 
To the pure fount whence good and mercy 
flows ! 
May reason visit earth, with truth cenjoin’d ; 
anasto 3 vehne, and justice guide may- 
king (" 
t 
of Rubens, in Possession of Sir George Beaumont. By ihe 
«* Leave the loud, tumultuous throng, 
And listen, listen, listen 
To the milk-maid’s simple song.” 
SONG. > 
* Forget me not, tlio’ foreed to ga 
Wide o'er the roaring sea ; 
When the night-winds blow, 
And the moou is high 
In the paly sky, ; 
My love f will think of thee’ 
«« He look’d in my eyes, for I could not speak: 
A tear he wip'd from his dark brown check, 
O then, my own true sailor said,” 
‘ Though the roaring sea, 
Part my love and me, ; 
Yet if luck betide, 
My bonny, bonny bride, : 
She shall be the young mifk-maid.’ 
“‘ O green are the rushes that flow’r im the 
burn, 
And I grieve for my love, who may. never 
return.” 
We know no poet of any merit whose 
perm are so limited as those of Mr, 
owles—he plays as sweetly as it is 
possible to play upon a fiddle with one 
string. hy 
A note to this poem informs us of a 
design to illustrate the picturesque cha- 
racter of Theocritus by paintings by 
Sir George Beaumont. . Kespecting as 
we do the admirable talents of Sir 
George, we should be sorry’'to see. them 
employed on such a. subject. . Sicilian 
scenery can only be studied in Sicily. 
te. By J. P. Roperpeav- 8vo. pp. 170, 
The Stage Coach Company.—A Shakespriian. 
parody. 
‘* Motley is a stage, 
Where men and women all are passengers. 
They have their middle and their comer seats ; 
Which no one on the road presumes tochange, 
Altho’ close-wedg’d with seven ! And first the 
lap-child, : 
Mewling and pewking o'er 
boots ; 
And next the down-cast school-boy, with his 
boxes, 
And pockets shilling fill’d—and large plumb 
cake, , 
Which somewhat sweetens school! And next 
the Lasign, 
Cramming hot-rolls, and eyeing, at each cup, 
Molly who serves the breakfast.—Next a 
stlumberer 3 . 
Full of sour wine, with ill-look’d, unshav'd 
beard; +4 
Roljing his noddle, sudden in naps and wak- 
il 
your shoes and 
tONs 
