New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-05-17
THE TRIBUNE.
Itterdrp Notices.

1iterarp Notices.
,.,,,c, An OPP: Axp OTHER PoEms ByN. W. Cor
FIN Bostoa: Samuel q. Srnpkins.
This is very neat little volume of very pleasant
and tasteful Poems. The author is gifted ana
modest and regarding the volume nc has pun
Eed rather as the promise Of other WORKS 10 coii'
than the achievement Of his maturity, II certainly
merits if not the highest still very decided praise
The Poems are not strkingly marked by great
nouer. or any very superior evidence OF lofty
genius but they are written with an cvloei'' eai
10 the harnones OF Nature as well as Of fiy'iiii'
and arc not marred by any thing like bad taste
or rcpulsivc prctensor. In striving to give the
,,,dcr reason for that which surely neodeth
nome, the Author very beautifully says that, 9 as
40 .w;nd bIowcth where II listcth, and no man
k,oweth whence it comcth or whittier 1t gocth,
% have these fancics come to him Che knew not
wbencc or wherefore in green and waste places,
With the first breath Of morning, at MONDAY ana
At midnight, and they are as lncomprehcnsibc to
him as the spiritual life he lives We copy the
following very pleasing verses, which, though not
The best of their kind that have ever been written,
are still very graceful aud harmonious
Go Eli:abetb.
QuEEsLY proud Elizabeth,
Maiden tall and slim, and far,
With blue eyes, and golden hair,
Nav a poets winged breath,
Though in melody of words
Sweet as notes OF singing BIRDS,
Or soft wind that whispercth
4ol to its warm caress
Speak thy shining loneliness,
Or those modest virtues, rare,
Priceless and beyond compare,
Mirrored in that font OF grace,
Sparkling in thine angel face
Nature, mother of all forms,
The red tide of being warns,
From her murmuring groves and rlls,
Bright sca-depths, and breezy hills,
In mid-summers glowing prime,
Youth of pomcgranatc and mc,
With an eagles matchlcss plnlon,
Scared to heavens bright DOMINION
There, oh fair, sweet Nature found thee,
There, oh fair, sweet Nature bound thee,
Thee, pure wandering bird of heaven,
And mingled thee with mortal leaven.
Now III robes of beauty drest,
And bv all the world carcst,
Proud. III womans statellncss,
Wealth Of love- and power TO bless,
Walk'st thou in sweetsccntcd bowers,
Der green lawns, and beds Of flowers
With a ncver-cnding song,
As thou lounncyest along
To the meadows and the trees,
And to every wandering breeze.
So thy life screnely flows,
Like musical old rhyme, -
Chantcd in melodious chime,
Smoothly, to its d wing close.
Full of dutilul desires,
And faith, whose wing asprcs
To the lofty seat of joyc;
Full of charity and love,
And all deeds that men approve;
Deeds that bring from heaven down,
The glory of that thorny crown,
Which his living temples worc
Who our sins and sorrows bore;
Few may feel, as thou hast felt,
For the pains of grief and care
Few may kneel, as thou hast knclt,
In the earnestncss of prayer;
Where thine every pious breath,
Drew the poisoned air of death.
Sweet suggestive of pure thought,
Maiden, in thyself as pure;
II the lesson thou hast taught
By thy life, with me endure,
Then peace, such as was always thine,
And Joy, and hope, shall still be mine