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

For. like strains OF martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
LIES endless Toll ana endeaYor;
And tonight long for rest.
Read from some humber poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Oftears from the eyslids start;
Who through long days of labor,
And nights devoid Of ease,
Still beard in his soul the music
OF wonderful! melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse OF Care,
And come like the benediclon
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice;
And lend 10 the rhyme OF the poet
The beauty Of thy voice.
And the nisht shall be filled with music,
And the cares that intfst the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
We cannot but feel some surprise that a
Titer Of SO cultivated taste and judgment as
Nj. Lonefellow shoald not perceive the made
cuscy of the image in the first verse to express
bis meaning. He is seduced by the pretty pic.
ta-e Of the fall of feather from the black eagle,
pretty in itself, but neither by the nature of the
naon, nor in any other way, giving the same
Impression as the fall OF night.
Weregret this one fault, as every otherimage,
lhnushout the poem, is as apt as it is beautiful.
Just so in that called "The Clean of Sun,
hine" in "The Gift'' Of this year which at
tscted US more, from lis grace and tenderness,
&sn almost any thing Of Mr.. Longfellow's ever
did, There is one failure of the same kind:
The Pas, and Present reunite,
Beneath Times floating tide,
Like footprints, hidden by brook,
But seen on either side
Here, again, charming picture is presented
70 the fancy, but oae which does not fulfil the
purpose of representing the mental fact. For the
PRESENT is not a path already trodden ON the other
tasof the brook whose bridge we are crossing.
This is the best selection OF poems we have
ssa. All are good, many excellent, and amid
asyafiety there is an unity of purpose and feel.
ng such as makes us enjoy private picture
salsy, belonging TO man of refined judgment,
nGe,kan the treasures OF the Most splendid pub
Gtsnple of Art. We extremely regret that the
"uue did not make Its appearance here earlier;
asOuld have been more valuable present from
mend TO friend than any we have seen provided
To- The season.
Almost all the poems are familiar TO oursslf,
@we meet them again with great pleasure;
nd we presume that, to many, who have not
I'D the same convenient access to books, most
those from The older writers, and several from
s'tsmporaries, vii! be new. To ali such OF
Fasnatlve feeling acquaintance with those here
gFsaftom Marvel, Crashaw, Lovelace, Quarles
End Herick, will be d treasure.
Wswil mention, as among the most beautiful OF
Ass, "Ihe Drop Of DEWEY Marvel, "The Grass.
SaPs'"by Lovelacc, "Prmroses" by Herrick,
ID Sweet Phosphers bring the Day" by Quares'
'etolowing was rev delight to us:
HEY ARE ALL GONE By HENRY VAUGHAN.
my s;e al gone into world of hight.
ahd aioHe Sit lingering here:
inssr very memory far and bright.
ana my Sad thoughts doth clear
syows and Eht,ers in my cloudy breast,
Like s'sts upon some gloomy grove,
G,hose faint beams IN which the hill is dressed
Andthe suns remove.
sss them walking IN an mir of glory,
", ihoec iEht doth t'ample on my Gays,
" days, WEIGH are al best but dull and hoarJ,
tee xIinAaerngs and decays.
osely hope. and high humility,
IAN Us The heavens above,
ass are your walks, and We hsve showed them me,
iehnd!e my cold love.
Dsss, beau,eons Death. the jewel of the just
SSaIlng no where but in the dark:
"@ mysteries do lie beyond thy dust.
'ooa man outlook that marx
hsnas hath found some hedsed BIRDS mes, mny know.
!Mlst SIGHT the bird be flown;
~ xNaal lai: held OF grove lie sings now,
i6sihto him unknown.
hnc ye,, rs angels In some brighter dreams,
O. 1sts 10 the scn when man doh sleep,
otss sianse thoughts transcend our woned themes.
among the modern poems, VIC especially like
ine Sing Of the Forge" < Kulnasatz," (this
l0'ever only modern as tIarslation,) "The
awakening of Endymion,' the exquisite Lilly
Ni'hsdale," Night among the Alps" and
.o0o's two poems. We wish several others
I0m Hood had been added, which are little
an0"n, such as "The Peasant Lover" One CT
Ssswo evil give as possessing the same force
sla business of feeling AND touch that have
'a's others, lately written by Hood, SO popular
THE BRIDGE OF sIGRs."
One more unfortunate,
Weary OF breath
Rsshly importunate,
Gore 10 her DEATH
Take her up tenderIy,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned SO slenderly
Young and so fair.
Look a,her garments
Ciinging like cerements,
Whilst the wave constantly
Drips from her clothing;
Take aer up instantly,
Loving, not loathing.