New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-06-17
THE MAIDEN THAT VAS SOLD.


their door
Away into the heather land so dreadful 20
And the each grasps tight and loi-kiy wil
depart
While her hands the pretty virgin wrngs I'D the BLOOD
thcreoui doth start.
God help that may who altar shall 10 the heather
land so dreadful ~
/ An war man dear ye n bide now lIere one moment
more We n stay
For see my father coming from yen grove that bloom,
gay, know be loves ne 81
With hs oxen ne vii ransom me md win not Jet me 90
20, scape then 70 wander far l. the heather land 60
dreadful 20
My oxon,-indeed now have but only twain:
The one straight shall use the other may remain;
Thou scapest not 10 wander lar 10 the heather land
And the each oar grasps igh, &c.
All war man 1oar ye Il bide now here, one moment
more We Il stay
For my ,4oher coming from yon grove that blooms
so gay know she loves me So
With her god chests she viii ransom and viii not Jet
80 scape then to wander 70 the heather land so dread
| But ne mother finds an excuse such as VIC com
monty enough hear, Iwant il myself, or / might
want it,"
fhe one straight shall use, the other may reman.j
| Her brother and her sister too she tries with like
} i'll success III, at last
The his grasps tight and quickly will de-
part,
While her hands the pretty virgin wrngs til the blood
thereom doth start
All woe that may that afar must stray TO the heather
land dreadful -
"Ah werInan dear, ye II bidc now here, momen,
ye j stay,
For my sweetheart coming from yon grove that
blooms so gay
With his gold rings he will ransom me and will not let me
go
so, scapc then to wander FAR 10 the heather land
My gold rines-indeed now have but ten and twain
With six straight VIII thee, the rest hyself shall
gain
So scapes thou to wander lar to the heather land so
dreadful T.
ltis very interesting to trace back what is to US an
old ballad to It's earlier root The Douglas TRACE
dy' we find in germ in the Danish ballad of Ri
bolt and Guldberg' But some of the most cxqui-
site touches a. the answer of the maiden when her
knight is on the point of killing her father end the
prctcxt by which the dying lover saves his love TO
the last moment the agony Of knowing that it is
really his life blood that colors the stream, have been
added by the Scottish Muse.
Into the Icclandic aud Anglo Saxon portions OF
the book we have scarcely looked as vet, but they
VIII De among tnOsc most valuable.
We should like TO quote. among admirable pro
ductions of later day. The Legendary Ballad,
but suppose il known to those whom j, concerns
the judges of such fine fruits women and
children as being translated by M1ry Hewitt,
whose poems are in every nursery. The Vel,
by Victor Hugo, of winch ,he translation is taken
from the Democrr.ic Review. Is unsurpassed for the
boldncss brevity and tragic force with which the
situation is made present to But we will finish,
rather with poem by Freilierath on being re
provoked for his fondness for making Oriental pic
lures his subjects. Ii is very badly translated but
its force of thought larseness of feeling, and poetic
dignity cannot fail of their impression so.
MY THEMES. .FREILIGRATH.
Mosr weary man why wresthest thou
Again and yet again." methrAs hear you ask,
The iurban ON tn sunburnt brow'
Wit .i.ver vary
Thy 'iistful task
But sing, still sing, Of sands and seas, : now,
Hcased in thy willow zumhal on the dromedary.
"Il,y ten, has now too many times
Been pitched in treelesl places cid Ammons plains
We long 70 greet IN blander cimes
re love and laughter
Thy soul disdains
Why wsnderest thus in prolx rhymes
Through SHOWS ard stony wastes while we come toing I
afteri
Awake Thou who dreams I
Thy culver ove.fiows with melancholy sand
Thou ldn,tst N the nOontidc beams
Thy crystal beaker
Ofsong is banned
Filed With the juice of peoples from dull streams /
In sleepy Indian des it can but make thee weaker.
20, cast away the deadly draught
And glance around thee then with an awakened eye
The waters healthier bards have qua,'ed
At Europes fountains
sui bubble by.
Bright now when the Grecian summer laughed |
And pcesys first flowers boomed on Apolos mountains
so many voice thine era hath
AID thou art deaf 10 all O study mankind Probe
The heart Lay bare it, love and wrath.
is JOY and sorrow
Not round The globe,
Der food and field and dreary deseripaih.
Put into thine bosom look and thence It's maryels
''iio"
Weep Let us heM thy tears rcsound
From the dark iron concsvs OF lfes cup OF woe
Weep for the souls 4 mankind bound
In chains ofcrror
Our tears will flow
In sympathy with thine, when thou has, wound
Our feelings up to the due pitch OF grief and terror
Unlock the hfe-ca,es of the Hood high,
That rishes through thy veins Like vutures, de-
To sl.4t s,petrcs with blood
kcmorse. Fear, Torment
The blackening blight
Love sriiies souns hearts wirhal-these be the food
For without such stimuanis dull souls lie dor
r.anf
But 70 long voyscings-O nOmOre
4 the weary East or South-no of the simoom,-
NJ apples from the Dead Sea shore
No fierce volcanoes
All IRE and gloom
)r els ID. most, sing bGsso, we implore fs0pran0s
u d. n' sands while Europe's flowers monopoize thy
Thanks. friends for this your kind advice
'Md could follow It-couid bde IN balnier land:
cut those far Arctic tracts Of ice
Mere widerncsscs
OF wavy sand
,. le ne ohy home have. They mus, suffice
" "Ne whose lonely hearth no smiling Pen blcsses
- ! e. count me no, the more fororn
- IA; ~ ps' pAriSn tastes. Pity me not: Onoi
inc heart lld waste by grief and scoru
Which only knowe,h
lie own deep woe
IS me on'y desert There no spring i. bonn
anid the ssnds-in that shady palm ,r,s yrovve,h
We hope This book will be purchased. no, borrow.
ID. 1t sa book which those who can prize !, need,o
OWN, and il is book such ALL Interested in ,bsss
subjects, need in this country where few os inc
sources, from which large and most vs,,,able mar,
Il lis contents is drawn. are accessible TO readers in
general. -