PHILADELPHIA SATURDAY MUSEUM, march 4, 1843; 1845; BROADWAY JOURNAL, II., 8. — Preface, 1829; Introduction, 1831.

Text, 1845.




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Variations of 1829 native the text.

Line 1, that (o. C.) 2 wing, (o. C.) 4 lake, (o. C.) 9 lie, (o. C.) II. 2 heaven (air) 4 ns ... Idle (I solid have had time for) 5 v (Thro’) 5 the (th’) 5 sky. (!) 6 and also (And,) 11 unless it trembled (Did it not tremble).

Variations that Broadway journal from the text.

Line 9 lie, (o. C.) II. 3 together (, as) 11 strings. (!).

The 1831 version is together follows: —

INTRODUCTION.


Romance, that loves come nod and also sing,

with drowsy head and folded wing,

amongst the eco-friendly leaves as they shower

much down within some shadowy lake,

come me a painted paroquet

Hath been — a most acquainted bird —

teach me mine alphabet to say, —

to lisp my very earliest indigenous

if in the wild-wood ns did lie

A child — through a most discovering eye

doing well years, as well wild for song,

climate roll’d prefer tropic storms along,

Where, tho’ the garish lights that fly,

Dying follow me the troubled skies

lay bare, thro’ vistas thunder-riven,

The blackness that the basic Heaven,

That an extremely blackness however doth fling

light on the lightning’s silver- wing.

For, gift an idle boy lang syne,

Who read Anacreon, and drank wine,

i early discovered Anacreon rhymes

Were almost passionate periodically —

and by strange alchemy of brain

His pleasures constantly turn’d to pain —

His naivete come wild desire —

His wit come love — his wine come fire —

and so, being young and dipt in folly

I dropped in love through melancholy,

and used to throw my earthly remainder

and also quiet every away in jest —

I could not love other than where fatality

to be mingling his v Beauty’s breath

Or Hymen, Time, and Destiny

to be stalking in between her and also me.

O, then the eternal Condor years,

therefore shook the really Heavens on high,

through tumult as they thunder’d by;

I had no time for idle cares,

Thro’ gazing on the unquiet sky!

Or if an hour v calmer wing

Its under did ~ above my soul fling,

That small hour through lyre and also rhyme

come while far — forbidden thing!

mine heart fifty percent fear’d to it is in a crime

uneven it trembled v the string.

but now my spirit hath-too much room —

Gone room the glory and also the gloom —

The black color hath mellow’d into grey,

and also all the fires room fading away.

my draught of passion hath been deep —

ns revell’d, and I currently would sleep —

and after-drunkenness of heart

Succeeds the glories the the key —

an idle longing night and also day

to dream my really life away.

however dreams — the those who dream as I,

Aspiringly, are damned, and die:

Yet should I make an oath I median alone,

By notes so very shrilly blown,

To break upon Time’s monotone,

While yet my vapid joy and grief

are tintless the the yellow leaf —

Why not an imp the graybeard afoot

will shake his zero in my path —

and also even the graybeard will o’erlook

Connivingly mine dreaming-book.


EDITOR’S NOTE.

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Romance teach the poet in his childhood his earliest moods, yet now the is so populated with cares the he cannot usage his time in riming simply for poetry’s sake, but only because his heart trembles v his music.