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voyage along the shores of Greece. His getting under
is described with great truth and spirit.
• He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea,
Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight;
The dullest sailer wearing bravely now, So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow.' p. 69. The quiet of the still and lonely night, however, draws the author back again to his gloomy meditations. There is great power, we think, and great bitterness of soul, in the following stanzas.
• To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold
But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued :
. But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills
Rob'd half in mist, bedew'd with snowy rills,
Birds, beasts of prey, and wilder men appear, And gathering storms around convulse the closing year.' p.81, This is powerful description ;---and so is a great deal of what follows, as to the aspect of the Turkish cities, the costume of their warriors, and the characters and occupations of their women. But we must draw to a close with our extracts; and we prefer the commemoration of classic glories. After a solemn and touching exposition of the degraded and hopeless state of modern Greece, Lord Byron proceeds
• Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild,
Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields,
Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare :
No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould ;
Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone :
p. 104, 105. The poem closes with a few pathetic stanzas to the memory of a beloved object, who appears to have died during the author's wanderings among the Grecian cities.
The extracts we have now made, will enable our readers to judge of this poem for themselves; nor have we much to add to the general remarks which we took the liberty of offering at the beginning. Its chief fault is the want of story, or object; and the dark, and yet not tender spirit which breathes through almost every part of it. The general strain of the composition, we have already said, appears to us remarkably good; but it is often very diffuse, and not unfrequently tame and prosaic. We can scarcely conceive any thing more mean and flat, for instance, than this encomium on the landscapes of Illyria.
• Yet in fam'd Attica such lovely dales
Are rarely seen; nor can fair Tempe boast
Though classic ground and consecrated most,
• Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc ;' and several others that might be collected with no great trouble. The work, in short, bears considerable marks of haste and carelessness; and is rather a proof of the author's powers, than an example of their successful exertion. It shows the compass of his instrument, and the power of his hand ; though we cannot say that we are very much delighted either with the air he has chosen, or the style in which it is executed. The Notes are written in a flippant, lively, tranchant and assuming style-neither very deep nor very witty ; though rather entertaining, and containing some curious information as to the character and qualifications of the modern Greeks ; of whom, as well as of the Portuguese, Lord Byron seems inclined to speak much more favourably in prose than in verse.
The smaller pieces that conclude the volume, are in general spirited and well versified. The three last, which are all a kind of elegies in honour of the same lady whose loss is deplored in the concluding stanzas of the Pilgrimage, are decidedly the best ; and appear to us to be written with great beauty and feeling, though not in the most difficult style of composition. The reader may take the following specimens. • One struggle more, and I am free
From pangs that rend my heart in twain ;
Then back to busy life again,
With things that never pleas'd before :
What future grief can touch me more ?
The smile that sorrow fain would wear
Like roses o'er a sepulchre.
Dispel awhile the sense of ill;
The heart----the heart is lonely still !
When love and life alike were new!
How ting'd by time with sorow's hue!
The heart that gave itself with thee
Is silent----ah, were mine as still !
It feels, it sickens with the chill.' p. 197---200.
Ours too the glance none saw beside ;
The smile none else might understand ;
The pressure of the thrilling hand;
That Love each warmer wish forbore.---
Ev'n passion blush'd to plead for more----
When prone, unlike thee, to repine ;
But sweet to me from none but thine.' p. 193---194,
« The voice that made those sounds more sweet
Is hush'd, and all their charms are fled ;
A dirge, an anthem o'er the dead !
Beloved dust! since dust thou art ;
Is worse than discord to my heart ! p. 195.--196. The Appendix contains some account of Romaic, or moderni Greek authors, with a very few specimens of their language and literary attainments. There is a long note upon the same subject, at p. 149, in which Lord Byron does us the honour to controvert some opinions which are expressed in our ThirtyFirst Number; and to correct some mistakes into which he thinks we have there fallen. To these strictures of the noble author we feel no inclination to trouble our readers with any reply.But there is one paragraph, in which he not only disclaims any wish to conciliate our favour-but speaks of his private resentments ' against us; and declares, that he has no wish to cancel the remembrance of any syllable he has formerly published-upon which we will confess that we have been sorely tempted to make some observations. Our sense of propriety, however, has determined us to resist this temptation ; and we shall merely observe, therefore, that if we viewed with astonishment the immeasurable fury with which the minor poet received the innocent pleasantry and moderate castigation of our remarks on his first publication, we now feel nothing but pity for the strange irritability of temperament which can still cherish a private resentment for such a cause--or wish to perpetuate the memory of personalities so outrageous as to have been injurious only to their author. For our own parts, when we speak in our collective and public capacity, we have neither resentments nor predilections; and take no merit to ourselves for having spoken of Lord Byron's present publication exactly as we should have done, had we never heard of him before as an author.
ART. XI. Æschylı TRAGEDIE, er Editione Thomæ Stan
LEI. Accedunt Notæ VV, DD. quibus suas intertexuit SAMUEL BUTLER, S. T. P. Cantabrigiæ, Typis et Sumptibus Academicis. Tom. II, 4to. Tom. III. & IV. 8vo. 1811.
We reviewed the former volumes of this learned and labori
ous work with the freedom that is indispensable, both to the fairness and the effect of our criticisms; and, we hope, without any violation of the respect that is due to the skill and diligence of the Editor. Dr Butler, however, while he took benefit from several of our remarks, thought fit to take offence at them also ; and put forth an epistolary diatribe on the subject, to which, we are persuaded, he is now aware it would not be very difficult to reply. As we discharge the functions of Judges, however, we hope we shall not be found wanting in their temper: and neither the example of Dr Butler, nor the obvious advantages we should have in such a contest, shall tempt us into a war of personalities. We shall proceed, therefore, to examine the volumes before us with the same calmness and the same freedom, as if we were ignorant of the effect of our former animadversions; and, entertaining the most sincere respect for the industry and attainments of that reverend person, shall continue to think we do a service to the cause of good learning, to which his labours and ours are equally devoted, if we are enabled to correct any errors, or to supply any omissions with which he may be chargeable.
The two massy volumes before us contain only two plays; “ The Seven Chiefs against Thebes,” and the “ Agamemnon. For the satisfaction of Dr Butler, who complained of our want of specification on a former occasion, we shall go through these plays somewhat minutely; though the classical reader will easily see, that it is upon the tenor of these particular observations that we are to ground the character which we propose ultimately to give of this interesting publication. The words in inverted commas, immediately following what is cited from the text, are Dr Butler's.