New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1846-04-01

maze sainl but lbe goddess. queen Of naturs. Ser

nnritv is not cold like marble bu, the healthy, gen
lie energy Of the flower, nstinctvely rejecting whar
is not fl for i, with no need OF disdain to dig gulf
between it and the lower forms of creation Her Of
6ce 70 man is that OF the Muse inspiring him TO all
good thoughts and deeds. The passions tbn, some
times agta,e these madens OF his verse are the sur
prises OF noble hearts, unprepared for evil and even
their mistakes cannot cost bitter tears to their attend
ant angels.
The girl in the Return Of the Druses is the sort
of nature Byron tried 10 paint in Myrrha. But By
ron could only paint women as they were to him.
Browning can show what they are in themselves
In "a Blot in the 'Scutcheon" we see lily
storm. struck half broken, but still lily. In Co.
lombes Birth Day" queenly rosebud which ex-
pands into The full glowing Rose before our eyes
This is marvellous in this drama, how the characters
are unfolded before US by the crisis which not only
exhibits. but calls to life, the higher passions and
thoughts which were latent within them.
We bless the poet for these pictures of women
which, however the common tone of society, by the
prossness and levity OF the remarks banded from
tongue 10 tongue, would seem 10 say the contrary.
declare there is still in the breasts Of capacity
Or pure ana eSdiiA5 pGSS4Snf-Aoi iiiiA--o-NS- 49,
derness.
Blu; we must hasten to conclude with so-ce ex-
tracts from another number Of Dramatic Ly-ns'
lately received These seem to chow that Brown
ing is attaining more mastery ceamess in express
ion, without seeking TO popularize, or emitting to
heed the faintest whisper of his genius. He gains
without losing as he advances-a rare happiness.
In the former number was poem called Z" The
Cloister, and in this are two, The Confessional
and the "Tomba ST Praxed;s' which are the keen
est vet isey t ue satire the forms that hypocrisy
puts on in the Romish church This hateful weed
grows rank in all cultivated gardens, but it seems to
hide itself. with great and adroness, beneath
the unnumbered forms and purple gawds OF that
elaborate system. Accordingly the hypocrites do
not seem so bad individually, in other churches,
and the satire is continually soening into humor in
the Tomb at ST. Praxeds,' with its terrible natur-
alness as to lifelong deception. Tcnnyson has
described the higher kind with force that will not
be surpassed in his Simeon Styltes, buin this PIECE
of Browning's we find the Flemish school OF the
same vice
The Flight of the Duchess in its enhancing
revelations of the human heart IS boon TO think or
but too long to copy, and must not be taken apart.
Italy in England" we shall publish By itself and
for the present must content ourselves with
GARDEN FANCIEs.
THE Flowers NAME.
HERE S the garden she walked across,
Ann in my arm, such short while since:
Hark now push its wicket, the moss
flinders the hinges and makes them vince
She must have reached this shrub ere she turned
As back with that murmur the wicket swung
For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned,
To feed aud forget it the leaves among.
Down this side of the gravel.wek
She went while her robes edge brushed Inc opx:
And here she paused i'll her gracious talk
To point me a moth the milk white fox.
Roses ran ged in valiant row,
Think will never she passed you by
She loves noble roses know,
But yonder, see where the rock'plants lie!
This flower she stopped at finger on lip;
Stopped over in doubt as settling its claim,
Till she gave me, with pride to make no alp,
Its soft meandering Spanish name;
What name was it love, or praise!
Speech half.aseep, or song hall awake
must learn Spanish of these days,
Only for that slow sweet names sake
Roses, If live and do well,
NAV bring her. one of these days,
To FIX you fast with as fine a SPELL
Fit YOU each with his Spanish phrase
But do not detain me now; for she fingers
There like sunshine over the ground,
And ever see her soft white fingers
searching after the bud she found.
Flower YOU Spaniard. look that you grow not,
STAY as you are and be loved for ever
Bud If kiss you is that you blow not
Mind that the pink mouth opens never
For while thus IL pouts her fingers wreste.
LII s,n.,, ,jn,t1 hot
Till round they turn, and down they nestle
Is not the dear mark still 10 be seen
Where find her not, beauties vanish;
Whittier follow her, beauties flee;
Is there no method 10 tell her in Spanish
June s twice June since she brcathed II With me I!
Come bud, show me the least Of her traces,
Treasure my lady's lightest football
All, you may fout and turn up your faces
Roses, you not so lair alter all.
u-s1pRANpus scHArNABURGENsIs
Plague take all pedants say
He who wrote what hold in my hand,
Centuries back good as TO de-
Leaving this rubbish 20 bother the land
This that was book In its time.
p rinted on paper and bound in leather,
astmonth in the white Of matin prime
Jus, when the birds sang all together.
Into the garden brought 1t to read
And under the arbue and laurustne
Read IT, SO help me grace in my need,
From title. page TO closing line.
Chapter on chapter did | count,
IA n curious traveller counts Stonehense
Added up the mortal amount;
And then proceeded 10 my revenge.
I'LL
yonder's palua.tree With a crev;ce
An owl would build in were he but sage;
For LAP of moss like fine pontevis
In castle Of the middle age.
Joins to lip OF gum, pure amber;
When be d be private, there might he spend
Hours alone in his lady's chamber;
Into this crevice dropped our friend
".
Splash went he as under he ducked,
KNEW a, the bottom rain drippings stagnats
Next a handful of blossoms pluckec
To bury him with, my bookshelf's maenate
Then went indoors brought out a loaf,
Half a cheese, and bottle OF Cbabis;
Law on the grass and forgot the oef
Over Jolly chapter Of Rabelais.
Now this morning. betwixt the moss
And gum that locked our friend in limbo,
A spider had spun his web across.
And safe in the midst with arms a.kmbo:
So took pity, for learnines sake
And dc prsfundis, ccceutibrs latS,
caRlass ouoih |. as got rake
And up | fshed mis- deectable treatise