1823
ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

The Evening Star.

Knight's Quarterly Magazine 1 (October 1823) 455-56.

Henry Malden


Five Spenserians signed "Hamilton Murray." The evening star provokes literary and erotic memories of romance. In the second stanza, line 2 is glossed "Catull. Carm. lxii"; and line 3 is glossed "Bion Carm. xvi."

A list identifying the anonymous contributors to Knight's Quarterly Magazines is published in Notes and Queries (1 October 1881) 261-63. They include Derwent and Henry Nelson Coleridge, Allan Cunningham, Thomas De Quincey, Thomas Babington Macaulay, William Maginn, John Moultrie, and Winthrop Mackworth Praed.

Charles Knight: "During this period one of the pleasantest occupations of my Windsor life opened to me, as the printer and publisher of The Etonian. This circumstance led to my intercourse with that remarkable knot of Cambridge students who became the chief contributors to Knight’s Quarterly Magazine, It may be sufficient to mention the names of Macaulay, Praed, Sidney Walker, Henry Nelson Coleridge (of these I may, unhappily, speak without reserve), and add those of Derwent Coleridge, Henry Malden, and John Moultrie, to give an abiding interest to such remembrances. The Quarterly Magazine chiefly led to my establishment as a London publisher in the season of 1823. Through this year, and in 1824, I was occupied in the literary and commercial management of that work, which was concluded after the publication of six numbers. A second series was subsequently undertaken; but this attempt at a revival was of too solid a character fitly to succeed its brilliant predecessor" Passages of a Working Life (1864) 1:vi-vii.



There is a love-charm in thy magic smile,
Pale star of evening. As thy circlet shone
In twilight's rosy ocean, like an isle
Elysian, I have gazed and wandered on,
And paused fantastic lays of love to con,
And started with a sigh, and gazed again.
The visions of the love-sick boy are gone;
Yet still thy spell recalls their idle train,
And memory's quiet tears the cheek of manhood stain.

In the wild worship of the earlier day,
Youths, blest by vows at Hymen's virgin shrine,
Enraptured viewed at last thy loitering ray,
And deemed that love's own goddess might entwine
Her power, her honours, and her name, with thine.
Still thou art love's own star; the fond and fair
Still smile to see thee in thy beauty shine;
And burning blushes, murmured tones, are there,
More deep than twilight glow, more soft than evening air.

Love breathes his sighs in stillness and in shade;
And purple clouds, dim stars, and twinkling dews,
And slumbering music by the breezes made,
A love of loving to the soul infuse.
O'er eve's calm beauties sweet it is to muse
In some flushed Southern climate of the day,
Where light more lovely lives in all her hues;
How sweet, though many a wild and lonely way,
By slant Italian sun, with lady-love to stray!

Such paradise the dreaming mind may form,
And fly from colder climes and duller skies:
And oft, when night lets loose the gathered storm,
And trees are moaning, and the wind's low sighs
In louder gusts of sudden wrath arise,
And the blast beats upon the rattling pane;
The mingled murmur on my senses dies,
And fancy wanders in her golden reign,
And eyes meet eloquent eyes, and yielding lips complain.

Once more thy smile too well remembered beams;
Thine eyes of light upon my soul are glancing,
Fair lady of my lonely land of dreams;
The magic of some twilight hour enhancing,
And thought in thought's best paradise entrancing.
In eve's soft shadows once I roamed with thee,
And watched her star upon the waters dancing:
And oh! that I were as my spirit free,
To Arno's sun-set glades, and thee, and love, to flee!

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