Poems, by Arthur Brooke, Esq.

John Chalk Claris

One Spenserian. The farewell proved temporary, as four more volumes of verse would follow in quick succession.

Monthly Review: "Many of these poems, we believe, are of an earlier date than those of the preceding volume [Durovernum]. Considered, therefore, as a youthful promise, they are very well; though somewhat too warm, in parts, perhaps; — with too much of 'Mr. LITTLE' about them. In other passages, Mr. Brooke seems to have taken the melancholy manner of Lord Byron for his prototype; and, whether from fictitious or real grief, he strikes a note of sufficient sadness to charm even in our dismal times. Let us listen for a moment to it, and then turn to more cheerful occuapations: 'My soul is dark and barren; — fancy's flowers | Have perish'd long [...]' Heigho! heigho!" NS 89 (July 1819) 323.

My soul is dark and barren: — fancy's flowers
Have perish'd long; then let my dull strain close.
Hang there, my harp! nor through succeeding hours
Wake thy worn strings again to count my woes.
That only source from which thy song arose
I have exhausted — far as song may tell;
And if with thine my spirit could repose
From thoughts which wring it from its inmost cell,
How should I joy to breathe one long and last FAREWELL!

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