+ Thus I enjoy, others partaking,→ A little heaven of my making. Nov. 20, 1802. * I absolutely sigh at the impossibility of giving here more of the minutiæ of this dear and good old man. They are of importance to all orders of human beings, and I shall not "Waste their sweetness on the desert air.” GLEANER POEMS BY AN INVISIBLE. THE within is an actual poetical correspondence, begun at Oxford, continued at Warwick, and beautifully sustained by a Lady, whose merit is known to a splendid circle of friends, and will be acknowledged by the Public, though I am not at liberty to give her name. The Lines by the GLEANER, which introduce the subject, were written at the instant the circumstances they de scribe took place. VOL. III. 20 EXTEMPORE EXTEMPORE ON HEARING A LADY SING IN AN ADJOINING ROOM TO THE AUTHOR, WITHDRAWN to my inn, and there musing alone On peace and on war, while the moon softly shone,— As if with her own fairy shadows at play,— And shed o'er the world a more delicate day, A voice, as by magic, began to impart The rich sounds of Nature, though fashion'd by Art! When the Dæmon † of Discord prepar'd to appear. GLEANER. PARODY EXTEMPORE, BY THE LADY TO WHOM THE FOREGOING VERSES WERE ADDressed, On the mind of the Poet oft Fancy has shone; 'Twas Fiction created Enchantment alone; The Roebuck Inn at Oxford. This was written at the time that the soi-disant Invader was momentarily expected. With fictions poetic 't is charming to play, Till Reality enters to chase them away. The Voice you have heard has no charm to impart; One plain to the eye, and who treats not the ear. Soon after this the Lady left Oxford. Some months after, the fair Poet still preserving her invisibility, with serio-comic pleasantry wrote, at Warwick, the following, which she called* FIRST PARODY: THE laurel which you gave I'll not divide † : The lines which are here hinted at are mislaid. The point of them was to divide the honours of Poesy and Music with a Lady then at Warwick, the contribution of whose Muse will succeed those of the Fair Invisible. + The Angel of Sound!—Grammarians, I appeal to you, Is not the definite? 1 Partial their patronage, to Man begun, Have they no Woman favour'd?" Scarcely one," If on one Woman you a wreath bestow, Take half again-th' injustice makes her glow- This gave birth to what follows: She added: And by the light of her favouring beams, by the road, I found (oh joy!) a sprig somewhat similar to that you sent me from Parnassus. Mr. GLEANER, I shall call it SECOND PARODY, You are no Despot "must" the wreath divide? ‡ Hail, Lord of Fame's fair empire, rich and wide, *"Alluding to the flattering appellation conferred on me in the verses at Oxford." Refusing to share the laurel, the Gleaner had called her despotic. It is hoped the reader will consider the compliment to the Gleaner as merely carrying on the spirit of the contest with ironical pleasantry. |