A gardein saw I, full of blosomed bowis, There as sweetnesse evirmore inough is, rede, And colde and clere welle streamis, nothing dede, That swommin full of smalè fishes light, And on the Temple, saw I white and faire, Assemble of Foules. 27 & 34. As full of blossomis as it mote be, From bough to bough, and as him list he ete Floure and Leafe. 13. The Bobe. NO. I. "And the Dove came in to him in the even-ing, and, lo, in her mouth was an olive-leaf plucked off." For the EDITOR of the OSWESTRY HERALD. SIR, As at the commencement of the third year, you wish your paper to assume somewhat of a literary tact, I shall at your solicitation, in compliance with the suggestion of several ladies and gentlemen, insert occasionally, under the above title, Select Specimens of Poetry, without regard to chronological or relative order, that during my desultory excursions among all sorts of books, may arrest my attention, either by their beauty or singularity; with a few remarks that may arise as the specimens occur. ---Such morsels from time to time may be acceptable in the deluge of newspaper-verses, giving pleasure to the uninformed, by flinging delight and information in their way, without the labour of research; and to the literary, by reminding them of their previous pursuits. The extreme difficulty of adopting an appropriate title, the RAMBLER himself deeply felt and confessed. The BEE was very alluring, but had swarmed before; the elegant bearer of the olive-branch was chosen from the mutual promotion of Poetry, Peace, and Love. I can not do better than begin with a poem of some antiquity, which requires no remark. 19th March, 1822. MUSIPHILUS. ST. AUGUSTINE'S SEEKING GOD. I sought Thee rounde aboute, O Thon my God! To finde thie abode. I spoke unto the Earthe, who answer'd me J am not He. |