The Distinterred Warrior has a passage we do not clearly understand.
Speaking of the Indian our author says-
For he was fresher from the hand
That formed of earth the human face,
And to the elements did stand
In nearer kindred than our race.
There are ten similar quatrains in the poem.
The Greek Boy consists of four spirited stanzas, nearly
resembling, in metre, The Living Lost. The two concluding lines are
highly ideal.
A shoot of that old vine that made
The nations silent in its shade.
When the Firmament Quivers with Daylight's Young Beam, belongs to
a species of poetry which we cannot be brought to admire. Some natural
phenomenon is observed, and the poet taxes his ingenuity to find a
parallel in the moral world. In general, we may assume, that the
more successful he is in sustaining a parallel, the farther he departs
from the true province of the Muse. The title, here, is a specimen
of the metre. This is a kind which we have before designated as
exceedingly difficult to manage.
To a Musquito, is droll, and has at least the merit of making, at
the same time, no efforts at being sentimental. We are not inclined,
however, to rank as poems, either this production or the article on
New England Coal.
The Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus has ninety Pentameters.
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