17.12.2012, 17:04
Dobs not a work evince the writer's mind
E'en as a mirror shows the features true,
And varied instances as closely bind
This fact to memory — the soul's review ?
Byron's o'erclouded spirit in his page
Shines as a star amid the tempest's gloom;
And Campbell testifies to ev'ry age
How the clear thought can diff'rent scenes illume,
Moore's lightness of soul, not forestalling dark
Realities, stor'd by the future, threw
The light of wit and fancy, while the bark
Of life sail'd on, reflecting pleasure's hue ;
Before all these Salvator Rosa — he
Shadow'd more than fine ideality.
E'en as a mirror shows the features true,
And varied instances as closely bind
This fact to memory — the soul's review ?
Byron's o'erclouded spirit in his page
Shines as a star amid the tempest's gloom;
And Campbell testifies to ev'ry age
How the clear thought can diff'rent scenes illume,
Moore's lightness of soul, not forestalling dark
Realities, stor'd by the future, threw
The light of wit and fancy, while the bark
Of life sail'd on, reflecting pleasure's hue ;
Before all these Salvator Rosa — he
Shadow'd more than fine ideality.