Then here, fallen warrior, let the combat close, And sheathe at length the slaughtering blade, But what avails it, o'er thee when impends VII. 1. Drear is thy mien, despotic power, Health rolls no transport through thy veins. No vernal breezes e'er control Th' eternal winter of thy soul. What can the servile herd impart, To charm the haughty master's heart? VII. 2. Alone in Freedom's fostering domes, There shouting Commerce spreads her wings, VII. 3. How fair the auspicious lot where these combine! Then guard, O guard the inestimable store, The noblest gem that rays their envied crown. O win all hearts, unite all hands; VIII. 1. But come, O come, seraphic peace, Thy beams o'er woes bleak mountains throw, VIII. 2. Thee did not rapturous angels hail, When Bethlehem's babe appear'd, of yore? VIII. 3. Drain the ocean to a rill, Then shall Passion's pulse be still; By Reason's beam, by Revelation's blaze. To light his path, attract his solemn gaze, Twin suns, to these her bosom conscience turns, And warns the soul to lend a faithful ear. And mark the maze which heedless Folly spurns, Beyond the grave where mightier worlds appear. Mark the dread hour, obedient to their doom, When teeming earth, and ocean's ample womb, Shall hear, shall heave, and pour forth all their slain. When war's pale victims, from their silent beds, Shall start, shall gaze, shall lift their wond'ring heads And glow with joy, or agonize with pain. Where is thy pomp, abandom'd vice, say where ? 'Tis Virtue's robe alone, which clothes the naked there, HERBERT KNOWLES. BY THE REV. R. V. TAYLOR, B.A. F.R.H.S. VICAR OF MELBECKS, RICHMOND; AUTHOR "LEEDS WORTHIES," "THE CHURCHES OF LEEDS," "YORKSHIRE ANECDOTES," ETC., ETC. THE genius that in Knowles did brightly bloom, A name immortal he has left behind! A name made lustrous by his heaven-sent power, A name all fraught with poesy's rich dower! Was scarcely reached ere his young life had ceased! EDITOR. THIS extraordinary youth owes to a single composition of acknowledged excellence a place among the poets of this country, from which no accident is likely to remove him. He is said to have been born at Gomersal in 1797 or 1798. His family was well connected in the commercial world, but the children, including at least our author and two brothers—one of whom was the late Mr. C. J. Knowles, Q.C.,—were early left orphans and almost destitute. Young Herbert was destined for the ledger in a merchant's counting house at Liverpool, but the drudgery of the desk was so little suited to the turn and temperament of his mind that, by a series of providential circumstances, he ultimately became placed in the celebrated Grammar School of Richmond in his native county. To enable our author to attend this school a subscription of £20 a year was made on condition that his friends should contribute £30 more. Whilst at this celebrated school he evinced powers of no ordinary kind, including that poetical talent of which such an affecting and elegant memorial exists in the stanzas we have before alluded to, and which we quote. |