The Lovers of Poetry will not be displeased to hear that another untutored Bard has made his appearance. He is a very young man, of the name of Thelwal, and his Muse seems to be inspired by the warm, but chaste dictates of Love. The following lines are selected from a Tale called Elwin and Anna, as a specimen of his versification.
The bud that on the hawthorn grew,
Was not like Anna fair:
Nor could the rose's ruddy hue
With Anna's blush compare.
The violet, when it shone with dew,
Before her eye look'd pale:
Her breath surpass'd the sweets that flew
Upon the vernal gale.
But ah! the virtures far more rare
That dwelt within her breast,
Outshone the brightest charms that were
Upon her form imprest....