Poems by John Nicholson [Ed. by A. Holroyd] with a Sketch of His Life and Writings, by J. James (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 edition. Excerpt: ...So honest, man's deceit he could not see. The evening sun of summer seldom set, But these three youths in purest friendship met, Talked till the light was faded in the sky, Or listened Amphorus' wild melody. Sometimes young Philo, struggling with his theme, An evening from his comrades would redeem; His mind expanded as his knowledge grew, And learning's every step more pleasant grew. He saw the hidden stores of Grecian lore--. Each draught he took but made him thirst for more. Amphorus said, "For nought on earth I'll live, But those sweet pleasures harmony can give; Whate'er my kindred leave me shall be spent On music, and the noble instrument Which brings the skylark's note, or the deep tone Which shakes foundations of the firmest stone. The viol's varied tones I yet will know, The harp's, from whence soft melody can flow; Each varied part my bosom shall inspire, Of lively concerts, or the solemn choir; And marches for the army I'll compose, Such as shall sound when Britain meets her foes. The music of the ancient school I'll learn, And where the solemn chords of dirges mourn; Mozart, Von Weber, in each varied flight I'll follow, till I catch their notes at sight." Young Paros, smiling, looked on Nature's face, And with his eye her outlines he could trace; In youth he begged for colours to be bought, To place upon the canvas what he thought. With practice now he can in shades pourtray The varied tints of soft departing day, Touch the rich landscape with such light and shade, That many thought the pencilled objects played. The youths and virgins, in the bowers of love, Were so like Nature, that they seemed to move. Whene'er the landscape was by Paros shown, The varied trees and every shrub were known. Send Paros where you would, in...