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attributes of our nature,-records of the hopes, the fears, the passions, and the pains of an exalted but erratic genius,-must always lay firmer hold on the sympathy of that order of readers, which it is most a poet's object to conciliate, than any imaginative description of feelings and incidents that have no echo in the heart, -no foundation in the history of the writer. It has been frequently remarked, that there scarcely exists the person whose autobiography, if fairly and candidly set forth, with all the springs and motives of his actions clearly and unshrinkingly displayed, would not be of interest, and even of service, to the public; and if the correctness of this apothegm be universally recognised, how much more forcibly will it apply to the history of the poet; and how doubly interesting and valuable must be the secret outpourings of his heart—the impassioned narrative of its joys, its sorrows, and disappointments,--as conveyed in those lyrical ebullitions of feeling, which may not unaptly be pronounced the escape
valves of the poetical temperament; and by which the safety of the machine can sometimes alone be ensured. It is this class of poetry which is not only the best calculated to interest the reader, from the echoes which refined sentiments, whether of pleasure or of pain, must continually produce in his own heart, but the best adapted to display the genius of the writer. It is to compositions of this order that we may invariably refer for the more successful productions of the poet. He who is skilful in delineating the feelings of an ideal hero, must prove much more energetic when, roused and excited by the impulses of his own mind, he identifies his personal history with his writings. What, for example, constitutes the overwhelming interest of Childe Harold ?-the fact, of which such abundant internal evidence is to be found throughout the poem, that it is in a great measure the personal history of the poet. And which are the passages most frequently remembered and referred to ? Unquestionably those
in which he lays aside the pilgrim-vest, and appears before the reader in his own person ; making him the confidant of the ever shifting impulses of his soul,- the depository of its gladness and its grief. Who is there who would not exchange the most splendid imaginative descriptions, for such intense and impassioned revealings?
Are there not also passages in the introductions to Marmion of more interest to the reader than the more splendid ideal descriptions in the poem itself? Which are the most universally popular of the writings of Wordsworth, Southey, Campbell, and Coleridge? Unquestionably such poems as have been produced under the influence of some powerful emotion; which have not been prolonged beyond the existence of the feeling that inspired them; which are more or less identified with the personal histories of the poets, and which consequently reflect back the feelings and aspirations of a large proportion
of their readers. It is for this reason that Lord Byron's exquisite apostrophes to Thyrza, and the melodious murmurs of a grief almost titanic in its character, which are every
where scattered over bis continuous poems, afford the noblest evidences of his genius. it is for this reason also that the Tintern Abbey of Wordsworth--the Retrospection of Southey --the exquisite Genevieve of Coleridge-the too prophetic lines written in a moment of dejection at Naples, of Shelley--the beautiful Address to a Sleeping Child of Wilson-the lyrical burst, “Let me not have this gloomy view,” in the Tales of the Hall, of Crabbe —with numerous other poems of a similar character by the same authors,-are superior to their longer and more elaborate compositions.
For several years past the Poetical Literature of the country has consisted almost entirely of short lyrical pieces; and unless a very strong diversion be created in the current of public taste, there is little reason to sup
pose that the experiment of a poem of length, whether purely epic-of the class of poetical romance :-or of a descriptive character, would now be attended with success. In the interim, therefore, it is hoped that the present unpretending volume, “ The LYRE," and its pendant, “ The LAUREL,” will not be deemed sx vnacceptable offering to the lovers of poetry, annuning, as they do, a large proportion of wie most beautiful occasional poems, fugitive and otherwise, which have appeared in the various periodical publications of the last thirty years.
In forming this bouquet, however, a view has been had to the selection of as many poetical flowers from comparatively unknown sources as possible; so that whilst it comprises those specimens scattered through other books of the same order, and without which no collection can be deemed complete; it will also be found to include a great variety of poems which are not to be met in any other volume of the kind. Among these, the atten