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And the soft west winds shall come,
Bearing all their courtier treasures,
When at evening thou dost roam,
Taking thy immortal pleasures
With some bud or lily young,
Which the sky shall then have flung
On a green bank or a dell
Of sun-coloured asphodel.
- Then shalt thou once more resume
Odour, strength, and all thy bloom
Of beauty, and regain thy powers
Over the time-enchanted hours !

B. C.

A PLEA FOR FEMALE GENIUS.

Vivuntque commissi calores. - There are few periodical writers, difference, “ sets aside Sappho and a to whom the public is more indebted, few other female lyric poets." He both for materials of thought and for knows very well that it is lyric helps in the correction of false think- poetry which is chiefly conversant ing, than to the late Opium-eater: with the “ideal;” with those “high but, in his argument against a dis- abstractions” which he assumes to tinctive superiority of fancy in wo- be unattainable by women ; and he men, he puts us off with what the therefore " sets aside the female lyschools describe as à dicto secundùm ric poets.” « We have not,” forquid ad dictum simpliciter. Thus, sooth, “sufficient samples of their ás because men have written poems poetry.”

But we have one very superior in imaginative power to stubborn sample, which Longinus those written by women, therefore quotes expressly as embodying the women possess no imagination at TRUE SUBLIME; and its author is a all."

woman: and, more than this, Catul“ Men,” he says,

are shy of lus and Horace, though they tried pressing too hard upon women. I hard, could never create any thing, do not think that he can, himself, be which approached at all near it in accused of this shyness; nor do I simplicity, intensity, and spontaneagree with him. So far from a feel

ous power. After this, it requires ing of gallantry restraining men from something like what is called indulging a severity of comment on dest assurance” (Calve, tuâ veniá) to the productions of female authors, come forward and accost the ladies the absurdity of female literary pre- with the courtly appellation of tension is, with them, a proverbial “ good women,” and to tell them topic:

that it is « sufficient honour for I leave you to your daily tea is ready,' them to have produced us.” Snug coterie and literary lady:

As the challenger does not desuch is the slang of male candour and mand a hundred or a score of sammale politeness.

ples in proof of women possessing The author of the paper on “ False imagination, but will be content with Distinctions" has chosen his own one-one, himself being the judge, is ground, and himself fixed the stan as good as a score or a hundred. If dard by which women shall be tried: we have but one or two remnants of but there is a stumbling-block in his Sappho, we have, at least, the testiway, and he knows it; for, like an mony of ancient opinion to the merit experienced controvertist, well aware of her nine books of odes; and if that of the weak and strong points of his opinion be confessedly just, as reown and his opponent's argument, spects a part, we are bound to adhe, quietly and with a composed in- mit its justness as respects the whole. JULY, 1824.

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I am content with the one sample of of false distinctions: I cannot tell ;
Longinus. Had only the Il Pense- and what then?
roso survived Milton, would poste I will choose my own ground, and
rity have squeamishly boggled in ala contend, that, because women do not
lowing Milton's claim to be consider- run in parallels with men, their di-
ed as a poet? There is but one cri- vergent likeness does not argue an
tic, of whom I ever heard, that esti- absolute and hopeless inferiority.
mated poetical merit by bulk; and If any mode of writing can be said
that was the Dutch gentleman in to “ have exerted a memorable in-
Peter Pindar ; who recommended his fluence on the mind of man,” it is
brother's poem by saying, that it was that of the novel; the epopæa of
“ so big as von cheese.

every-day nature ; and this, in the
I will say nothing of the tribute of hands of women, has been equally
tradition to Erinna; to Corinna, who, successful in drawing tears and
it is said, won a prize from Pindur; smiles: “ sive risus essent movendi,
or to the Roman Sulpicia: I will sive lacryme." Truer portraits of
“ talk with him on the theme" of men and women, more affecting pas-
Sappho. I will not consent that she sages of human life, more closely en-
shall be thrown into a corner. I am twined interest, may be found in
asked (and the question is to make novels, and in female novels too,
me start bolt upright in my easy than in all the “ solemnly planned
chair), “ what work of imagination, poems that ever existed from the
owing its birth to a woman, can Í Æneid downwards to the Parish Re-
lay my hand upon, which has exert- gister.
ed any memorable influence, such as “ What work of imagination, ow-
history would notice, on the mind of ing its birth to a woman, can I lay
man?” I answer, Sappho's one my hand upon ? The difficulty is
Εις εταιραν.

in the choice. Pass we by the ladies of antiquity. Shall I name CORINNE? No-let

I am not going to place the Colom our own fair country women take prebiade of Mailame du Boccage by the cedence. I lay my hand upon the side of the Paradise Lost, though I « SIMPLE STory.” should think twice before I gave the

I may be told of Tom Jones, and Henriade the preference to it; but I Molly Seagrim; of Roderick Random might inquire why, when we hear and Strap; of Lovelace's lace ruffles, continually of Congreve, Wycherley, and Clarissu's hoop-petticoat ; or I and Farquhar, no mention is ever may be told of Meg Merrilies, and of made of Mrs. Centlivre ; whose co- her hundredth double, the Spae-wife : medies, unrivalled for light bustle

All this of intrigue, keep possession of the Nor moves my gall nor alters my affection : stage, to the shame of male cri- I take a tale, peculiarly a wotics, and the discomfiture of theo- man's; and in this her proper circle, ries? It appears that living female with all appliances and means about authors are to be “set aside,” toge- her, I challenge the male superiother with the “ Eolian girl” of old; rity. I demand, where are the chaor I might also inquire, if the au racters, of whose breathing indivithoress of De Monfort have not duality we are so assured, as of that “ risen to an entire sympathy with of Doriforth and Miss Milner ? what is most excellent in the art of Where are readiness of wit, nativepoetry,” which of her male contem ness of sentiment, refined and proporaries has? Is it the author of found passion, the graces, the foibles, Bertram?

the pride and the weakness of woThe defiance to the women, to man; or the sterner and haughtier produce their female Hudibras, or stuff, of which the mind of man is their female Dunciad, is something composed; the reasoning sensibility, like calling on them to produce their the guarded, economized, self-retirfemale Spring and Langan; and in ing, self-wounding tenderness, that default of this, to resign all preten- weeps behind the mask of fierce resions to grace and agility.

sentment, and wraps its bleeding “Where is the female Rape of the anguish with the cloak of apathy? Lock?” ejaculates, with a gay where are these conceived with such swelling of the cheeks, the detecter intuitive tact, and touched and blend

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ed into light and shadow with so Shall I be referred to the amiable free, yet so firm, a pencil? Where male romance, in which, for the deis there such a grasp of the human cent amusement of the ladies and heart, such a playful or tyrannous gentlemen of England, a lover is made mastery over its finest and strongest to eat his mistress alive? chords?

SUAREY.

SONNET.
"TWEEN Evening's farewell, and the Night's approach,

I love to linger on the garden seat,
While glooms around me sluggishly encroach;

Or in some neighbouring spot short walks repeat,
To watch the West which heaven's last smile doth bless,

Where longest clings the memory of the day;
To see it fade and fade, 'till colourless

The painted record vanishes away,
In Time's turn'd pages to be seen no more.

Yet gloomy Night shall but awhile delay
The past day's offspring, that hath smiles in store

As lovely as the first.--Oh! it is sweet,
To prove by this, when Death's long night is o'er,
That we shall wake another world to meet.

J. C.

SPECIMENS OF SONNETS

FROM THE MOST EMINENT POETS OF ITALY.

TORQUATO TASSO.
Se d'Amor queste son reti e legami,
Oh com'è dolce l'amoroso impaccio!
Se questo è il cibo ov' io son preso al laccio,
Come son dolci l'esche, e dolci gli ami !

Quanta dolcezza agl' invischiati rami
Il vischio aggiunge, ed all' ardore il ghiaccio,
Quanto è dolce il soffrir, s'io penso e taccio,
E dolce il lamentar ch'altri non ami !

Quanto soavi ancor le piaghe interne,
E lagrime stillar per gli occhi rei,
E d'un colpo mortal querele eterne !

Se questa è vita, io mille al cor torrei
Ferite e mille, e mille gioje averne ;

Se morte, sacro a morte i giorni miei.
If Love his captive bind with ties so dear,
How sweet to be in amorous tangles caught !
If such the food to snare my freedom brought,
How sweet the baited hook that lured me near!

How tempting sweet the limed twigs appear,
The chilling ice that warmth like mine has wrought;
Sweet too each painful unimparted thought,
The moan how sweet that others loathe to hear.

Nor less delight the wounds that inward smart,
The tears that my sad eyes with moisture stain,
And constant wail of blow that deadly smote.

If this be life-I would expose my heart
To countless wounds, and bliss from each should gain,
If deathto death I would my days devote.

sen,

TORQUATO TASSO.
Negli anni acerbi tuoi purpurea rosa
Sembravi tu, che a'rai tiepidi allora
Non
apre

il ma nel suo verde ancora
Verginella s'asconde e vergognosa ;

O più tosto parei (che mortal cosa
Non rassomiglia a te) celeste Aurora,
Che le campagne imperla e i monti indora,
Lucida in ciel sereno e rugiadosa.

Or la men verde età nulla a te toglie,
Nè te, benchè negletta, in manto adorno
Giovinetta beltà vince o pareggia ;

Così più vago è il fior poichè le foglie
Spiega adorate, e'l Sol nel mezzo giorno

Via più che nel mattin luce e fiammeggia.
Thy unripe youth seem'd like the purple rose
That to the warm ray opens not its breast,
But, hiding still within its mossy vest,
Dares not its virgin beauties to disclose.

Or like Aurora when the heaven first glows,
For likeness from above will suit thee best,
When she with gold kindles each mountain crest,
And o'er the plain her pearly mantle throws.

No loss from time thy riper age receives,
Nor can young beauty deck'd with art's display
Rival the native graces of thy form.

Thus lovelier is the flower whose full blown leaves
Perfume the air, and more than orient ray
The Sun's meridian glories blaze and warm.

TORQUATO TASSO.
Ben veggio avvinta al lido ornata nave,
E'l nocchier che m'alletta, e 'l mar che giace
Senz' onda, e 'l freddo Borea ed Austro tace,
E sol dolce l'increspa aura soave.

Ma l'aria, e 'l vento, e'l mar fede non ave;
Altri seguendo il lusingar fallace,
Per notturno seren già sciolse audace
Ch' ora è sommerso, or va perduto, e pave.

Veggio trofei del mar, rotte le vele,
Tronche le sarte, e biancheggiar l'arene
D'ossa insepolte, e ’ntorno errar gli spirti :

Pur, se convien che questo Egèo crudele
Per Donna solchi, almen fra le Sirene

Trovi la morte, e non fra scogli e Sirti.
I see the anchor'd bark with streamers gay,
The beckoning pilot, and unruffled tide,
The south and stormy north their fury hide,
And only Zephyrs on the waters play.

But winds and waves and skies alike betray;
Others who to their flattery dared confide,
And late when stars were bright saild forth in pride,
Now breathe no more, or wander in dismay.

I see the trophies which the billows heap,
Torn sails, and wreck, and graveless bones that throng
The whitening beach, and spirits hovering round.

Still, if for woman's sake this cruel deep
I must essay, not shoals and rocks among
But ʼmid the Sirens may my bones be found!

CLAUDIO TOLOMEI.

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Espero, sacra ed amorosa Stella,
Nel notturno silenzio scorta e duce,
Viva fiamma d'amor, amica luce,
Di Venere gentil raggio e facella !

Mentre vo queto alla mia donna bella
Che spegne 'l Sol quando il dì novo adduce,
Or che la luna è sotto, e a noi non luce,
Mostrami in vece sua tua lampa bella.

Non vo così lontan di notte oscura
Per far a'lassi vïandanti oltraggio,
Nè per trar di sepolcri ombre di canto :

Io amo, ed altri a me l'anima fura;
Deh, perch'io la riabbia, O lume santo,

Tu, che pur ami, alluma il mio viaggio!
Blest star of Love, bright Hesperus! whose glow
Serves for sweet escort through the still of night,
Of love the living flame, the friendly light,
And torch of Venus when she walks below.

Whilst to my mistress fair in stealth I go,
Who dims the sun in orient chambers bright,
Now that the moon is low, nor cheers the sight,
Haste, in her stead thy silver cresset show.

I wander not these gloomy shades among,
Upon the way-worn traveller to prey,
Or graves dispeople with enchanter's song:

My ravish'd heart from cruel spoiler's sway
I would redeem, then oh! avenge my wrong,
Blest star of Love, and beam upon my way.

GODWIN'S HISTORY OF THE COMMONWEALTH.*

This is a work much wanted; to us in the form of Parliamentary though, as far as may be judged from histories, as of May and Sprigge-the portion of history condensed in memorials and memoirs, as of Whitthe volume before us, Mr. Godwin lock, Ludlow, and Warwick-and has restricted himself within the li- tracts by all parties, such as were mits of a mere historical compen- collected by the late Baron Maseres, dium. The voluminous collections furnish ample groundwork for an exof state-papers relative to this impor- tended and complete history : we are tant period, the registers of historical therefore somewhat disappointed at affairs, whether military, civil, or re- being presented in the room of it with ligious, which have been preserved a meagre abridgment.t It may be

History of the Commonwealth of England from its Commencement to the Restoration of Charles the Second. By William Godwin. Volume the First, containing the Civil War. Colbum, 1824,

+ This is particularly the case in the military transactions. They might have been given more in detail without too much encroaching on the space prescribed to himself by the author. Thus the memorable surrender of Bristol, in 1645, which led to the revocation of Prince Rupert's commissions by the king, is dryly dismissed in a few words : “here the news reached him of the surrender of Bristol on the 11th of September.” Mr. Godwin adds, “ Rupert relied for the vindication of his conduct upon his inadequate means of defence and the improbability of any efforts at relief.” Now Mrs. Macaulay properly states that, “ this was a garrison, by his own particular desire, entrusted to the care of Prince Rupert : a garrison, which he had taken care to recruit with great proportions both of men and money, and of which he had written to the king, that he should be

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