Ebenezer Jones

“There can be no question of Jones's genius; his infirmities were those of most young poets, especially the self-taught; his latest productions show that his faults had gradually cured themselves, and that he needed nothing but fortitude to have taken a distinguished place among English poets. Personally he was as amiable as enthusiastic, deficient only in steadiness of purpose and virtues of the self-regarding order.”

“When the world is burning,Fired within, yet turning  Round with face unscathed;Ere fierce flames, uprushing,O’er all lands leap, crushing,  Till earth fall, fire-swathed;Up amidst the meadows,Gently through the shadows,  Gentle flames will glide,Small, and blue, and golden.Though by bard beholden,When in calm dreams folden,—  Calm his dreams will bide.”