THEATRICAL PORTRAITS. N° I. MISS CAREW. "Let lovers who have croaking Delias, swear Their tones are 'just in tune,' or 'just the thing:" Pan's reedy pipe-Apollo's golden string: How Memnon sang, and made the Thebans stare, Barry Cornwall. MUSIC, thou charm and solace of our woes, O thou, who blunt'st the point of Sorrow's dart, B But, dearer far thy heav'nly wild-song flows, Such thoughts will rise, whenever I recall CAREW's Sweet voice :-it has "a dying fall," Which soothes with sadness-like the mourning dove, Whose notes of sorrow still the pangs of love. It has that eloquence and pow'r, which make Or lose a murmur softer than their own. Oh! I have wander'd where Bananas cast Their velvet leaves, to shade me as I pass'd; And from some distant orange-grove have heard The faint, sweet music of the Mocking-bird; Which, like a spirit, seem'd to float in air, Born, nurs'd, and cherish'd-living, dying there : And I have heard (afar from ocean's roar) Some inland river kiss its flow'ry shore, Until the sound seem'd melody, and stole In plaintive languor o'er the list'ning soul; And I have heard the breeze steal through the rose, When grey-ey'd morning sees its leaves unclose, With crimson blushes shining through the dew:— But, lovelier far than these are thy wild notes, CAREW! As twilight sheds its ros'd and mellow'd ray Let others prize the Bacchanal's rude lay, Which, like the words of lovers when they part, * In "The Lord of the Manor.” N° I. MR. LISTON. "Pyramus is a sweet-faced man, a proper man, as one shall see in a Summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-like man; must needs play Pyramus." therefore you Shakspeare. THE play is ended, and the audience now, View thee unmov'd, is more or less than man: |