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OM MOORE, the Irish poet, was one of the most popular men of his time. He graduated from the Dublin University, and had filled a post in the West Indies and traveled extensively before, in 1811, he married Miss Dyke, an actress of many attractions and high character. He lived for some years in Paris, but his principal residence was in London. He was famous as a brilliant talker, a good singer, and his poems were very widely read. His early works have been almost forgotten, but his "Irish Songs and Melodies" retain their popularity, and some of them are veritable gems of lyric poetry. His longest poem, "Lalla Rookh," an Oriental romance, has been said to be more Eastern than the East itself. His thought and feeling were of a somewhat superficial character, and it was in elegance of verse and in airy wit that he excelled. His prose writings were of importance, and comprised several biographies, a history of Ireland, and one or two romances. He was intrusted with Byron's autobiography, but yielded to the pressure of that poet's friends and allowed it to be destroyed. He had already received two thousand guineas for the manuscript, and this sum he repaid to the prospective publishers, and would not accept reimbursement from Byron's family. In his later years his faculties decayed, and he died, in 1852, at the age of seventy-three.

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NE morn a Peri at the gate

PARADISE AND THE PERI.

FROM "LALLA ROOKH."

Of Eden stood, disconsolate;
And as she listened to the Springs
Of Life within, like music flowing,
And caught the light upon her wings.

Through the half-open portal glowing, She wept to think her recreant race Should e'er have lost that glorious place! "How happy," exclaimed this child of air, "Are the holy Spirits who wander there,

'Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me,

One blossom of Heaven out blooms them all! Though sunny the Lake of cool Cashmere, With its plane-tree isle reflected clear,

And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall; Though bright are the waters of Sing-su-hay, And the golden floods that thitherward stray, Yet-O! 'tis only the Blest can say

How the waters of Heaven outshine them all!

"Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far

As the universe spreads its flaming wall: Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,

One minute of Heaven is worth them all!''
The glorious Angel, who was keeping
The gates of Light, beheld her weeping!
And, as he nearer drew and listened
To her sad song, a tear-drop glistened
Within his eyelids, like the spray

From Eden's fountain, when it lies
On the blue flower, which-Bramins say-
Blooms nowhere but in Paradise!
"Nymph of a fair but erring line!"
Gently he said-"One hope is thine,
'Tis written in the Book of Fate,
The Peri yet may be forgiven
Who brings to this Eternal gate

The Gift that is most dear to Heaven!
Go seek it, and redeem thy sin-
'Tis sweet to let the Pardoned in !

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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

THE FOUNDER OF THE LAKE SCHOOL OF POETRY.

IT was the mission of Wordsworth to bring back the art of poetry to nature. He contended that the ordinary affairs of daily life are fit subjects for poetry, and that the language of the poet should be that really used by men. He thus violated all the established rules of poetic diction, encountered the most hostile criticism, and drew upon himself and those with whom he was associated showers of ridicule. It was only after fifty years that he was recognized as the first poet of his age. There can be no doubt that he erred upon the side of simplicity, descending at times even to triviality, and so justified the ridicule with which the first critics of his age received his poems. On the other hand, there are golden veins of real poetry running throughout everything he has written, and in some places, as in his "Ode on Immortality," he rises to the perfection of human

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utterance.

His parents were of the middle class, and he was intended for the church, but as he came near the time when he should have definitely prepared himself for the ministry, he found himself more and more inclined to devote his life to poetry. In this resolution he persevered, and the measure of his devotion may be judged from the fact that for the sake of his chosen vocation he resolutely faced a life of poverty, and contrived to live with his sister for about eight years upon the income of a legacy of nine hundred pounds left him by a friend of his youth. A debt of some three thousand pounds due his father being finally paid, the poet was placed beyond pecuniary difficulty.

In 1798 Wordsworth and his sister made a tour of Germany in company with Coleridge. Returning, he took up his residence at Grasmere, in the Lake region, and afterward at Rydal Mount, which was his home during the remainder of his uneventful life. Coleridge and Southey also made their home in the Lake region, and thus the three came to be known, somewhat in derision, as the "Lake Poets."

Wordsworth's most extensive work, "The Excursion," appeared in 1814. It was intended to be only a part of an extended poem to be entitled "The Recluse," having for its principal subject "The Sensations and Opinions of a Poet Living in Retirement." It was to be composed of three parts: "The Prelude," not published until 1850, "The Excursion," and a third which was never written. "The Excur

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