THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE.
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MR. T. MOORE.—MR. LEIGH HUNT.
"Or winglet of the fairy humming-bird,
Like atoms of the rainbow fluttering round."
Campbell.
The lines placed at the head of this sketch, from a contemporary writer, appear to us very descriptive of Mr. Moore's poetry. His verse is like a shower of beauty; a dance of images; a stream of music; or like the spray of the water-fall, tinged by the morning-beam with rosy light. The characteristic distinction of our author's style is this continuous and incessant flow of voluptuous thoughts and shining-allusions. He ought to write with a crystal pen on silver paper. His subject is set off by a dazzling veil of poetic diction, like a wreath of flowers gemmed with innumerous dew-
