New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-01-16

preston in this poem is the plainest, most tren-
chant prose? We answer it is not the less po-
EN-, Admirable in It's way. II is street ballad, a
sob from the heart Of the people, ask them if it
is not as good poetry as what you Gull with care
| from your Eddas OF other collections of the an
cieut time.
o, it was ptifal.
NeatG whole city full
If you were child aud heard some old oeggar
woman croahing out such rhymes, they would
draw tears fom your eyes. Ii you have any OF
the poet-heart of the child in you, they will do so
| now.
The whole picture reminds so forcibly OF the
finding the body of Ely o'Connor as represented
in The Collegians," that We think Hood must
have had that fine tragedy in his mind, as he
wrote.
After quoting poems from the shadowsde, we
| must add one in the spirit OF noble Joy, for the
sake of the distant reader:
1.-THE CHRISTOPHER BY RICHARD LovELAcE.
ITO HIS NOBLE FRIEND, MR.. CHARLES COTTON
o tho1, that swing ct upon the waving hair
OF some well-flled eaten beard,
Drunk every night with delicious tear lreared
Dropped thee from heaven, where now thon'Tt
The lows of earth and air are ,hine entire,
That with thy feet and wings dost hop and ny,
And when Thy poppy works, thou dcst retire
To thy carved Gcorn-5ed 10 lie.
Up with tha day, the sun thou welcomst then
Sport'sl in the gilt plats OF his beams,
And all these merry days mak's. merry men,
Tnyseli, and melancholy streams.
But ah, the sickle! golden ears are cropped;
Ceres and Bacchus bid good night;
SHARP frosty fingers ali your flowers have topped,
And what scythes spared, winds shave on quite.
Poor, yerdant fool and now, green ice thy joys
Large and as lasting as thy perch OF grass,
Bid US Law in 'gainst winter rams, and polse
Their hocds with an oeihowing glass.
Thou best Of men and friends, We will create
genuine summer in each other breast;
And spite of this cold time and frozen late,
Thaw US warm seat 10 our rest.
Our sacred hearths shall burn eternally
AS vestal flames the Dorth-wiE I'D, he
Shall sike his rost-strctched wings dissolve and ny
This Etna in epitone.
Dropping December shall come creeping in,
Bewail th'usurpng OF his reign;
But when in showers OF old Greek we begin,
Shall CIV, he hath bis crown again,
Night as clear Hesper, shall our tapers whip
From The light easements where we play,
And the dark hag from her black mantle strip,
And stick there everlasting clay.
Thus, richer than untempted kings are we,
That asking nothing, nothing need:
Though lord OF all that seas embrace, yet ne
That wants simselfis poor indeed.
1t is bene6cent office to gather and bring 10
US the asphodel from distant fields OF poesy. AS
clear, intelligent note is said to be heard above
and beyond great deal Of noise, 30 Will Inns
delicate perfume overcome, and even dlspel, me
strong scent of the gaudy weeds which spring
up on every side. 1t is a gentle and worthy Of
fee to put into new light and procure fresh au-
dience for the Inspirations of other minds. He
who takes delight in Introducing others to their
due share of homage deserves to have the memo
~ of his own best hours cherished IN turn
We value this book, because we see that 1t is
made up, not for show or sale merely, but be-
cause the collectors own pleasure in the poems
made him DESTROYS to impart like pleasure to con-
genial minds.