"The POET, it is true, is the son of his time; but pity for him if he is its pupil, or even its favourite! Let some beneficent deity snatch him when a suckling from the breast of his mother, and nurse him with the milk of a better time; that he may ripen to his full stature beneath a distant Grecian sky. And having grown to manhood, let him return, a foreign shape, into his century; not however to delight it by his presence, but dreadful, like the son of Agamemnon, to purify it."-SCHILLER. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. II. LONDON: EDWARD MOXON, DOVER STREET. MDCCCXL. 18453.13.5 B HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY THE BEQUEST OF 1931 LONDON: BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS |