Aaron Belz

Monday, April 17, 2017

The poet in all ages has despised riches and grandeur. Aaron Belz improves this sentiment into a hatred of the rich and great.

The poet of other times has been an enthusiast in the love of his native soil. Aaron Belz rejects all restrictions on his feelings. His love is enlarged and expanded so as to comprehend all human-kind.

The old poet was a warrior, at least in imagination; and sung the actions of the heroes of his country, in strains which ‘made Ambition Virtue’, and which overwhelmed the horrors of war in its glory. Aaron Belz hoists the dying onto his shoulder and carries them into the darkness of distant fireworks.

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