New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-12-10

should have grown up in familiarity with the
American genjuS loci.
/ Therefore at Pentecost which brings
The Spring clothed ike bride
When ncsting buds unfold their wings
| And bishops caps have golden rings
Musing upon many things.
sought the woodlands wide.
Musing upon many things-ay and upon many
books too, or we should have nothing of Pentecost
selves we have not the least idea what bishop caps
! are are they flowers 7-or what? Truly tho
schoolmas,er was abroad in the woodlands that dav !!
As 10 the conceit of the wings Of the buds, ii is
false image, because one that cannot be carried out
Such will not be found in the poems of poets with
such the imagination is all compact and their works
are not dead mosacs with substances inserted
merely because pretty, but living grow'ihs, homo
geneous and satisfactory throughout
Such instances uld be adduced every where
throughout the poems depriving us of any clear
pleasure from any one piece, and placing his poems
beside such as these Of Bryant in the same light
that OF the prettiest made she'll beside those whose
every line and hue tells history Of the action of
winds and waves and the secrets of one class OF
! CARNATIONS,
!
wilful or conscious plagiarist7 Byno means. 1t is
his misfortune that other mems thoughts con-
tinually in his head to overshadow his own. The
order OF fine development is for the mind the same
as the body TO take in just much food will
tain it in its exercise and assmlate with its growth
| If il is SO assimated-if it becomes part of the
skin hair and eyes OF the man, is his own no mat
ter whether he pick it up in the wood, or borrow
from the dish of fellow man, or receive it in the
| form Of mama direct from Heaven. do you ask
the genius said Goethe TO give account of what
he has taken from others. AS well demand Of the
hero account of the bceves and loaves which
have nourished him TO such martial stature"
But Mr.. Longielow presents us. not with new
product in which all the old varieties are melted in
to fresh FORM but rather with tastefully arranged
Museum, between whose glass cases are interspers-
ed neatly po,,ed rose trees geranums and hyacnihs
grown by himself with aid of indoor heat. Still we
must acqut him OF being willing or conscious pla-
| garst Some objects in the collection are his own
as 10 the rest he has the merit ofappreciation and
rearangemcn not always udcious, but the result of
feeling on his part.
Such works as Mr.. Longfcllow's we consider in
/ furious only If allowed to usurp the place Of better
! things The reason Of his being ovcrraed here Is
because through his works breahcs the air OF other
lands with whose products the public al large is but
little acquainted. He Will do his office, and dcsir
able one, OF promoting a taste for the literature OF
these lands before his readers aware Oft. AS a
translator he shows the qualities in his own
writings what is forcible and compact he does not
render adequately grace and sentiment he appreci-
atcs and reproduces Twenty years hence when he
stands upon his merits he will rank as writer
of elegant if not always taste, of great i'm
itative power, and occasional felicity in an original
way. where his feelings really stirred. He has
touched no subject where he has not done somewhat
| that is pleasing, though also his poems are much
marred by ambitious failings. AS instances OF his
best manner we would mention The Reaper and
the Flowers" Lines TO the Planet Mars, A
I Clean of Sunshine" and The Village Blacksmith
His two ballads are excellent limitations yet In them
is no spark of fire. In " Nuremberg are charming
passages Indeed the whole poem is one of the hap
piest specimens of Mr. LIS poetic feeling taste and
! tact in making up rosary OF topics and images
Thinking it may be less known than most of the
poems we will quote it. The engraving which ac-
companies il of the rich old architecture is line
| gloss on It's contents
NUREMBERG.
IN the valley of the Pegaz, where across broad ea-
dow lands Iancieut stands.
Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg the
QuSn, old toll and ,rsic-qua;nt old town of art
and song round them throns
Memories haun, Thy pointed gables like the rocks thai,
Memories OF the Middle Ages when the Emperors rough
and bold [old ;
Had their dwelling in ,hy castle. time defyng centuries
And thy brave and thrifty burshers Boosted in their
couta rhyme, every Cline
That their great imperial city stretched its hand through
In the courtyard of the castle bound with many an iron
band hand
Stands the mighty linden planted by Queen cungundas
On the square the oe window where in old heroic DAYS
Sat the poet Mechior singing hase: Maximians praise
Every where see around rise the wondrous world
OF Art the common mart ;
Fountains wrough. with richest sculpture standing in
And above cathedral doorways saints and bishops
In stone
By former age commissioned apostles to
In the church eff santed sebad sleeps enshned his holy
| dpst their trust !;
And in bronze the Twelve Apostles guard from age to age
In the church OF ssned Lawrence stands Pix OF seuP
! rare, pa!ntea ar.
Like the oamy sheaf of fountains rising through the
Here, when Art still Religion with simple reyer-
enr heart,
Lived end lsbored Albert Durer the Evange list Of ATT