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Lat. Satan! Be 'moolant te PE-
1. The tear ul must us ves:
What The Hailetrah mee.
T'lenek sad and oft looked he
For herself he might not see.
When he fell, and wished to fall;
Expired at Roncevail.
TO THE EVENING STAR.
Star that bringest home the bee,
That send'st it from above,
Are sweet as her's we love.
Come to the luxuriant skies,
when toil is done,
Curls yellow in the sun.
Of thrilling vows thou art,
By absence from the heart.
TO J. P. KEMBLE, Esq.
Composed for a public meeting held in June, 1817
A long and last adieu !
Revived to Fancy's view
Like fields refreshed with dewy light
When the sun smiles his last,
Our memory of the past;
That wine or music need not swell,
To Kemble ! fare thee well! His was the spell o'er hearts
Which only acting lends,The
youngest of the sister Arts, Where all their beauty blends : For ill can Poetry express
Full many a tone of thought sublime, And Painting, mute and motionless,
Steals but a glance of time. But by the mighty actor brought,
Illusion's perfect triumphs comeVerse ceases to be airy thought,
And Sculpture to be dumb. Time may again revive,
But ne'er eclipse the charm, When Cato spoke in him alive,
Or Hotspur kindled warm. What soul was not resigned entire
To the deep sorrows of the Moor, What English heart was not on fire
With him at Agincourt ? And yet a majesty possessed
His transport's most impetuous tone, And to each passion of his breast The Graces
their zone. High were the task—too high,
Ye conscious bosoms here! In words to paint your memory
Of Kemble and of Lear;
But who forgets that white discrowned head,
Those bursts of reason's half-extinguish'd glare Those tears upon Cordelia's bosom shed,
In doubt more touching than despair, If 'twas reality he felt ?
Had Shakspeare's self amidst you been, Friends, he had seen you melt, . And triumphed to have seen!
And there was many an hour
Of blended kindred fame, When Siddon's auxiliar power
And sister magic came. Together at the Muse's side
The tragic paragons had grownThey were the children of her pride,
The columns of her throne, And undivided favour ran
From heart to heart in their applause, Save for the gallantry of man,
In lovelier woman's cause.
Robust and richly graced,
Of genius and of taste :-
That when supernal light is given,
And tell its height in heaven. At once ennobled and correct,
His mind surveyed the tragic page, And what the actor could effect,
The scholar could presage.
These were his traits of worth :
And must we lose them now !