T FIFTH SECTION. POETRY. THE sentiments of poets are the sentiments of the human heart, embodied into words by superior sensibility and genius; poetical ideas are the pure feelings of the soul, of which every one is conscious, but which few can express; consequently every human being, endued with sensibility, and feeling, must be highly interested in, and greatly influenced by poetry. There can be little doubt, that, if the works of the best poets were more generally studied and comprehended than they now are, the human character would not be so degraded by that callous coldness of heart, nor polluted by that vile vulgarity of vice, which, now, so often obtrude themselves upon our sight, in all the loathsomeness of their deformity; because the sentiments to be found in those books, if they are felt and understood, raise the mind to such a state of pure and of pleasurable excitement, that it cannot, possibly, while under their influence, descend to the contaminating degradation of grovelling and sensual iniquity, or to the despicable meanness of pitiful chicanery and fraud. Let any one observe the movements of his heart, while he feels the thrill of sublime delight, or of pathetic emotion, excited by some of the strains of Burns, of Beattie, of Thomson, of Milton, or of Young, and he will find, that they are all tuned to benevolence, to affection, to gratitude, to love, and to adoration of HIM, who rideth upon the wings of the wind; and that no base, selfish, or unworthy sensation can find its way into a mind occupied by such noble and exalted views. He who acquires an early habit of delighting in and of studying the best poets, will never know that fatal hour when his heart-chords shall cease to vibrate to the sweet impulses of benevolence and of kindness. The sentiments of the poets are the most exalted and the most dignified sentiments of humanity, arrayed in the splendid garb of language the most forcible and impressive; whence all the emotions, which melt the glowing heart, or chain the soul in speechless pleasure, or dart rapture through each thrilling nerve, or raise the sigh of sorrow, and bedew the cheek with pity's tear at the prayer of want, and the plaint of woe, or lift up the mind to all the elevated feelings, which adorn and ennoble man, which render him a blessing to his fellow-men, and a zealous, faithful servant to his God, are called forth and roused into action, by the strains of our bards of higher fame. "Then hail, ye mighty masters of the lay, Nature's true sons, the friends of man and truth! O, let your spirit still my bosom sooth, Inspire my dreams, and my wild wanderings guide! There harmony, and peace, and innocence abide."— Since such is the opinion, which we entertain of poetry, and of its beneficial effects, we shall always select from the communications of our correspondents, or from the best poets, which have adorned the republic of letters, those effusions, which have a direct tendency to inspire sentiments of magnanimity and of grandeur, to breathe into the heart emotions, tender as the first smile of love, and pure as its noblest fires, to heighten the lustre of moral honour, to chasten the passions, and to invigorate the understanding. The selection for this month, is as follows: BLINDNESS. "Ah! think, if June's delicious rays What mournful moments wait the blind. 2 "And who shall tell his cause of woe, The silent babe, that climbs his knee. Are ills that oft await the blind. 3 "When to the breezy uplands led, At noon, or blushing eve, or morn, While round him breathes the scented thorn. Hills, dales, and woods, and streams combin'd, Night's blackest mantle shrouds the blind. 4 "If rosy youth, bereft of sight, 'Midst countless thousands pines unblest, Oh! think what woes await the blind." WOMAN. "Let the hawk shew his wing, and each warbler shall cease, Let the north keenly rage, and each flow'ret shall close, Yet woman, sweet woman, more simple than these, Oft looks for protection to merciless foes, Oh! may she, when lovers with fervency plead, All their glances, their sighs, and their vows disbelieve; Oh! may she reflect, that e'en these can deceive! 2 "The dolphin, pursuing his swift-flying prey, Shews a thousand rich tints, which before were unseen; So in love's glowing chace woman's foes oft display New ardors of mind, and new graces of mien; But, yet, when new ardors, new graces arise, New arts are contrived to allure and enslave, And passion a path-way of roses supplies, 3 "The man, who in dealing with man is correct, And you, the poor birds, oft destroy'd by his charm!" DANGER. "High o'er the headlong torrent's foamy fall, The fiend enormous strides the labouring storm, And 'mid the thunderous strife expands his giant form." RETIREMENT. "When in the crimson cloud of even The lingering light decays, And Hesper on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays; Deep in the silent vale unseen, Beside a lulling stream, A pensive youth, of placid mein, 2 "Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur pil'd Ye woods along whose windings wild Where Melancholy strays forlorn, What time the wan moon's yellow horn Gleams on the Western deep: 3 "To you, ye wastes, whose artless charms Ne'er drew Ambition's eye, Scap'd a tumultuous world's alarms, Deep, in your most sequester'd bower, Where Solitude, mild, modest power, 4 "How shall I woo thee, matchless fair? Thy heavenly smile how win? Thy smile, that smooths the brow of care, And stills the storm within. O wilt thou to thy favourite grove, Thine ardent votary bring, And bless his hours, and bid them move Serene on silent wing? 5 "Oft let remembrance sooth his mind With dreams of former days, When in the lap of peace reclin'd He fram'd his infant lays; When fancy rov'd at large, nor care, Nor cold distrust alarm'd; Nor envy with malignant glare, His simple youth had harm'd. 6 ""Twas then, O Solitude! to thee His early vows were paid, From heart sincere, and warm and free, Devoted to the shade. Ah! why did Fate his steps decoy In stormy paths to roam, Remote from all congenial joy? O take the Wanderer home! 7 "Thy shades, thy silence, now be mine, Thy charms my only theme; |