N Fremial Szia, born in my mi resa, tl that ards Impering in the Fren and Musician ;—a of ar fretschers, was the massure of his and wary of his composidiming, however, the subject: but I hope 82202 Iree not in MN I NË TEK Nuld induce me to A jOLI PACT DÌ to bear some 44 XI admits both mankans í sumi and if surage, beyond any NATO VIZA ws the sententiousASKS 2 Br Mas malation of is na amat d is uniformity tae sac, vil de humò a bid trae, only AT NAT N АH! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar! Has felt the influence of malignant star, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropp'd into the grave, unpitied and unknown! II. And yet the languor of inglorious days, Not equally oppressive is to all; Him who ne'er listen'd to the voice of praise, The silence of neglect can ne'er appal. PREFACE TO THE MINSTREL. THE design was to trace the progress of a Poetical Genius, born in a rude age, from the first dawning of fancy and reason, till that period at which he may be supposed capable of appearing in the world as a Minstrel, that is, as an itinerant Poet and Musician;—a character which, according to the notions of our forefathers, was not only respectable, but sacred. I have endeavoured to imitate Spenser in the measure of his verse, and in the harmony, simplicity, and variety of his composition. Antique expressions I have avoided; admitting, however, some old words, where they seemed to suit the subject: but I hope none will be found that are now obsolete, or in any degree not intelligible to a reader of English poetry. To those who may be disposed to ask, what could induce me to write in so difficult a measure, I can only answer, that it pleases my ear, and seems, from its Gothic structure and original, to bear some relation to the subject and spirit of the Poem. It admits both simplicity and magnificence of sound and of language, beyond any other stanza that I am acquainted with. It allows the sententiousness of the couplet, as well as the more complex modulation of blank verse. What some critics have remarked, of its uniformity growing at last tiresome to the ear, will be found to hold true, only when the poetry is faulty in other respects. АH! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar! Has felt the influence of malignant star, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropp'd into the grave, unpitied and unknown! II. And yet the languor of inglorious days, Not equally oppressive is to all; Him who ne'er listen'd to the voice of praise, The silence of neglect can ne'er appal. There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call, Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had he, whose simple tale these artless lines proclaim. III. The rolls of fame I will not now explore; IV. Fret not thyself, thou glittering child of pride, That a poor villager inspires my strain; With thee let Pageantry and Power abide : The gentle Muses haunt the sylvan reign; Where through wild groves at eve the lonely swain Enraptured roams, to gaze on Nature's charms : They hate the sensual, and scorn the vain, The parasite their influence never warms, Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold alarms. V. Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn, |