23 MAY 1835, Page 18

From our perusal of the Knight and the Enchantress, with

other Poems, by Lady EMMELINE STUART WORTLEY, we have

come to the conclusion that her Ladyship has mistaken the cha- racter of her mind. She has not sufficient strength and energy of pinion to take a long and lofty flight ; the action for which nature has fitted her is a short and playful flutter. In her longer poems, we meet now and then with a good idea happily expressed, but its beauty is overpowered by the character of its neighbours; whereas, if it had stood alone, and been elaborated with the requisite care and felicity, it would have attracted attention and received praise. The gem of the volume is the following little song of eight lines; and considering it as not a bad imitation of' the 01 epigram, our advice would be to cultivate this style of composition—to reject all thoughts but such as arise in " moments propitious to poetry," and to labour their expression with as much care as was bestowed by the ancients upon their works. Even in this case, we cannot be certain that Lady EMMELINE would become a classic, but as she would write less she would certainly please more.


When first thy deep blue eye, love,

So softly shone on me,

I breathed one trembling sigh, love, And gave my heart to thee!

But when I found 'twas true, love,

That gift was given in vain, I'd nothing more to do, love, Than—to take it back again.