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Rove by the glimpses of pale Luna's beam,
By Fancy crown'd, to every bosom known,
While Nature howls, and Mirth's gay whispers
Her eye on fire.....her soul in ecstacy!
• This writer is justly an universal favourite. In her manner of novel writing she is unrivalled. The three no. vels which she has written, have each peculiar merits. Camilla manifests the greatest extent of observation..... Evelina has most simplicity....but I think that Cecilia manifests most genius, and excites greatest interest.
+ This lady, who has been called a mighty magician, soars amid the wild regions of romance. Her imagination is strong and daring; and, though it sometimes fails in its attempt, it is generally successful. In her department of
O'er wilds, o'er mountains, her high course extends,
To man not only has kind Nature given
genius, in the present day, none can approach her. She leaves far behind her the Monks and Castle Spectres. It is remarkable of this writer, that, from her first performance to the last, she has been advancing to greater excellence. Her Italian is the noblest production of her pen, and one which I think she will never exceed.
The great Zenobia held her powerful sway, And with stern virtue bade her realms obey. Her mind unshaken all the world admire, And Pity weeping sees the queen expire. .... Hapless in love, in sorrow's moving strain, Hear Sappho mourn her unrequited pain. 220 ....Cold-hearted youth, where wanders Phaon now? Ah! youth neglectful of thy former vow.... ....Behold thy maid on bleak Leucadia's brow Bend o’er the waves which beat the rock below: Hear her to winds her injur'd love declare, See her wild tresses streaming in the air, See her rais'd hands, her blue uplifted eye, A suppliant pleading with the gods on high. ....Fly cruel youth....haste Phaon haste to save, To snatch thy Sappho from the raging wave. 230 ....All aid is vain....ye rolling billows cease ! She seeks with you the silent arms of peace. .... Hear bold Corinna* strike her lyric string, And bear young Pindar on her eagle wing.
• It is said that Corinna was the instructor of Pindar; and often in competition with him bore away the
.... With “ Lion port” and with a nervous hand,
How sweet and musically flows that lay, Which now in murmurs softly dies away; 250
.Who does not wish to vindicate the character of Mary, queen of Scots? What heart has not bled over her interesting history? Who does not lament her thoughtless levities, her criminal follies? Who does not execrate the stern policy, the hardened vices of Elizabeth, which doomed to the scaffold this enchanting woman, unrivalled in loveliness, accomplishments, and distresses? Who, that has read her beautiful lamentation on her unhappy fate, does not feel the fervour and pathos of her genius?
Colonna* bending o'er her husband's bier,
Criticism has called this lady, the first poetess of