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truth. It tells of his profound learning and discursive genius; his worth ; his social and Christian virtues; and adds, that his disposition was unalterably sweet and angelic: that he was an ever. enduring, ever-loving friend : the gentlest and kindest teacherthe most engaging home companion.
Hazlitt, who knew him in his youth, describes him as rather above the middle size, inclining to corpulency; as having a dreamy countenance, a forehead broad and high, with large projecting eyebrows, and “eyes rolling like a sea with darkened lustre.” The description applies with almost equal accuracy to the Poet in age. The wonderful eloquence of his conversation is a prominent theme with all who have written or spoken of him; it was full of matter : his bookish lore, and his wide and intimate acquaintance with men and things were enlivened by a grace and sprightliness abso. lutely startling ;-his manner was singularly attractive, and the tones of his voice were perfect music.
Few have obtained greater celebrity in the world of letters; yet few have so wasted the energies of a naturally great mind; few, in short, have done so LITTLE of the purposed and promised much, Some of the most perfect examples that our language can supply, are to be found among his Poems, full of the simplest and purest nature, yet pregnant with the deepest and most subtle philosophy. * His judgment and taste were sound and refined to a degree ; and when he spoke of the “little he had published" as being of " little importance,” it was because his conception of excellence exceeded even his power to convey it. Those who read his wildest productions-Christabel, and the Ancient Mariner_will readily appreciate the fertile imagination and prodigious strength of the writer; and if they turn to the gentler efforts of his genius, they will find so inany illustrations of a passage which prefaces an edition of his Juvenile Verses: “Poetry has been to me its "exceed. ing great reward;' it has soothed my afflictions; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments; it has endeared solitude; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beauti. ful in all that meets and surrounds me."
* A complete and beautifully printed edition of the Poems of S. T. Cole. ridge, in 3 vols. was published by Pickering, revised and arranged by the Poet, shortly before his death.
THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO.
THANKS, gentle artist ! now I can descry
pause and listen to the tinkling bells
The brightness of the world, O thou once free,
The sullen boar hath heard the distant horn,
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
And feed his sacred flame.
Oft in my waking dreams do I
Beside the ruined tower.
The moonshine stealing o'er the scene
My own dear Genevieve !
She lean'd against the armed man,
Amid the ling’ring light.
Few sorrows hath she of her own,
The songs that make her grieve.
I played a soft and doleful air,
The ruin wild and hoary.
She listened with a flitting blush,
But gaze upon her face.
I told her of the Knight, that wore
The Lady of the Land.
I told her how he pined : and, ah! The low, the deep, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's love,
Interpreted my own.
She listened with a flitting blush,
Too fondly on her face!
But when I told the cruel scorn
Nor rested day nor night!
That sometimes from the savage den,
There came, and looked him in the face,
This miserable Knight!
And how, unknowing what he did,
The Lady of the Land;
And how she wept and clasped his knees,
The scorn, that crazed his brain;
And that she nursed him in a cave;
A dying man he lay;
His dying wordsBut when I reached
Disturbed her soul with pity!