John Chalk Claris's foregoing stanzas, "On Reading the Third Canto of Childe Harold," first appeared in the Gentleman's Magazine for January 1817 and are reprinted in this volume.
Literary Gazette: "The majority of the pieces are more gloomy than voluptuous. The writer seems to have become very wretched. Alas! this is too frequently, too surely the end of those pursuits which claim genius for an apology, but which are as little allied to the true, the grand, and sublime in genius, as they are closely connected with the indulgence of all those lawless pleasures, in which the most senseless of mankind, if they in like manner throw off all prudential, moral, and religious restraint, can emulate the pretenders to the most exquisite feelings and overwhelming passions" (18 July 1818) 451-52.
New Monthly Magazine: "There is much pathetic poetry in this interesting little volume, and though we cannot subscribe to the opinions of its author on some points, we shall nevertheless feel happy to award him the full meed of praise he is entitled to, for the genius by which it is so eminently characterized. Such a terrible tone of sincerity — such a fearful manifestation of the agonies of a wounded spirit breaks forth in almost every page, as to demand from our hearts a more than common sympathy" 10 (October 1818) 250-51.
Thus have I trac'd for that too favoring eye,
The wanderings of a soul which fain would find
Where in the end its weary wings might lie,
Far from the storms of this rude world reclin'd.
Though such a nest on earth it never find,
While that sweet voice can still forbear to blame,
While that soft breast can still continue kind,
Barr'd as I am from every tenderer claim,
All Joy shall not seem false, all Hope without an aim!