Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832/Lines on Curran's Picture

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Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832 (1831)
by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Lines on Curran’s Picture
2355754Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1832 — Lines on Curran’s Picture1831Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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RIGHT HONBLE. JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN.

Artist: Sir Thomas Lawrence - Engraved by: C. J. Wagstaff


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LINES ON CURRAN'S PICTURE.


Oh! is it not a gallant sight to mark
A little vessel breast the stormy sea,
With sails triumphant swelling to the wind?
Dashing the waters from her side in scorn,
She cleaves the ocean, and, with arrowy prow,
Scattering the snowy foam, a sparkling shower,
And leaving a bright track behind, in sign
Of victory. Our human pride delights
In such a triumph over wind and wave,
Because she knows 'tis not the plank and sail
But human mind that holds the mastery.
The canvass has been spread by human hand,
And human hand it is that guides the helm.
Methinks with nobler triumph we should mark
Some gallant spirit through the sea of life
Shape its successful course. Sustained, impelled
By energy unconquerable within,
A life like Curran's has enough to make
Humanity ashamed and proud. 'Tis strange
To think what toil is wasted upon some,
How ancient scrolls unfold their precious store,
The learned folio yields its silver clasp,
The modern page marks out its easy way
Some learned man to aid, assist, explain,
And all to prove some fool is also dunce.
Now watch the progress of a nobler mind:
It has no aid, except from obstacles
To conquer which invigorates: learned wealth
As much debarred as golden; every step
Made difficult by want of help; and books
Things more of a desire than of a hope.
And yet that boy will rise into a man.
The honoured of his country, and will leave
A name imperishable as the soul.

And such was Curran; 'twas a glorious sight
To see him when his soul was on its spring,
Gifted with all the mighty strength of words,
Wit from his lip, and lightning from his eye,
Flashing together—scorn enthroned on power—
I'd rather have such stirring life as theirs,
Who make their own way, and delight to make,
Win wealth and honour by their own bright mind,
Whose destiny is in itself—than bear
The noblest name that ever belted Earl
Left honoured to his son—