The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1847-12-04

He then tells her Of the horrors through which
he had passed to gain this insight into the scroll d
unborn time, and shows her that she has bssn
promised him for bride; he sings Der the lay
'That the weird sisters ruRe,, and
Which thou must obey"
Still the maiden cuTIes her proud !ip vhll,hs
eye flashes Indignantly and her bosom, alks
foam Of sea-billow," swels full and high Shs
bat increases her beauty and adds TO her aftrae-
tons. he gazes at her rounded farm, swelling
with true pride and glowing with the stOrn,
within, till in the fulnsss OF his heart he shout,
out
"This likes me-this likes ms,
Stout maiden OF mould,
Thou woOest 10 purpose,
Bold hearts love the bold!''
Richly indeed will Jarl Egil sndsw his bright
bride; he will give her no garments Of satin en-
broidered with gold; no Jewels 70 bind " hsf
yellow hair, nor pearls that try TO rival the da1-
zling wilderness Of her arms-nO-
- gifts yet more princely
Jarl Egill bestows,
For gir3le, his great arm
Around thee be throws;
The bark Of a soaking
For palace gives he,
While mad waves and winds shall
Thy true subjects be-"
And even after his sword has tasted the blood
Of those "kemPs, who would have kept tn.
bridegroom from the hail. after no had borns
her to the long deck Of mis- tall bark, ''the Raves,
the wing Of black night" he has no cunning
device; no smooth-howing speech Of hOnisd f,t-
terry to console and reconcile her; but BIDS Der
"Deem high Of the fate
That makes thee like this blade,
Proud EgiIl's loved mate.
So Jarl EgiIl bore off Tori EinAr's bright
daughter"
In the Volume before Us We haze 3 fstAth
imitation Of aScOttish ballad Of earlier date ihsn
even this, and we give a verse or two from il a.
an exercise for the lover Of ancient romance. II
he can read 1t, we are sure he will admire IL Il
runs thus:
Erl William has muntit his guide graf steds
(Merrie emis munelict on the sea-
And graithit him in ane cumli weld,
(Swa bonnilis blumes the hawthorn tres}
Fri William rads, Fri William ran
Fast they ride quha luve trewlie,l
Qwhyll the El6nlsnd wud that GUIDE Ell van,
Blink over the burn, SWEET may to mee.)
But the MASTERPIECES Of this volume, is a poem
OF some hundred and fifty lines, called mid
night and MOonshine." This Is one Of the pu-
rest and softest pieces Of versiication in the
language. None but pure and good heart, an
educated mind, and poetic soul could have con
ceved, and none but a true artists pen could
have executed this poem. Ii is in the highest
and Pursst style Of art and of the lOveliest and
most exquisite conception. II has the rare mer-
il Of embodying In appropriate and meaning
words all those delicious soul-reveries that come
TO the poet, when, in ''some religious calm Of
night" he sits al his opened easement and gaIes
out upon a world liz with the smile Of
midsummers moon. II expresses all those
deep and pure, but almost intangible thoughts
that then "eome crowding thickly up for
utterance." II gives life and vigOr 10 the
idle dreams Of the romantic soul. II conveys in
tangible form anO in truly poetic style all thOse
conceptions that at such a time yander round
the heart like beautiful birds spon the wing,
but never rest, till we can gaze our oil upon
their bright and varied plumage. IL is rich snd
warm MO0re's "Fsll of Hebe,n but less im-
pure and less voluptuous- II is to the Poet what
the Fall Of Hebe IS to the sensualist. Il has
similar effect upon you with that beautiful lit
tie poem of Mrs OsgOOd's about the wild flow
or and the sunbeam, with the exception that
you rise from Motherwell's poem Parer ana a
better man. 1t enlarges the heart and emPures
the mind, while il grstifes every sense Of the
imagi nation. The reader will find in locking
over it, many old familiar lines and eouPiets
Of whose primal origin, he had perhaps hereto
fore been ignorant. Our limits viii allow us %
trsnscribe bat a small portion Of n; perhaps, al
another tune, we shail he sbis 90 publish % en-
tire, but re would recommend every one Of oar
sS E9sd IS IN I've sS SlS ps rus az
himself We commence with the third verse;
"High in mid air, on sersph wing,
The paley moen is journeying
In stillest path Of stainless blue;
Keen, curious stars are Pesring through
Heavens arch his hour; they dote on her
With perfect love; nor can she stir
Within her vsrIlsed halls pace,
Ere rushing out with joyous face,
These GOdkiRs Of the SKY
Smile, as she glides in lovsliness;
While every heart beats high
With passisn, and breaks forth to bless
Herloftier divinity.
at is smile worth worlds to win
So full Of love, 80 void Of sin,
The smile she sheds on those tall trsss,
Stout children Of past centuries.
i Each little leaf with feathery light,
| Is marginsd marreiloHsly;
MOveless all drooP in slumbsrous quiet,
How beautiful they be,
And baisful as soft infants lullsd
Upon alnothsrs knee.
Far down yon dell the melody
or small brook Is audible;
1he sha.i0sp Of q ttTeas-Iike Tone
II murmurs over root and stone,
Yet sings Of very love its fill
And hark. even now, how sweetly shrili
Il trolls its fairy gles.
Skywards unto that pure bright onei
4 o! gentle heart hath she,
For, leaning down to earth, with pleasure
She lists lis ford and Prattling measure
1t Is indeed silent night
/, OF peace, OF icy, and purest lights,
! Nc aaerg orssreia surly tone,
III Chidss TIE old Jorsst til Il moan;
Or breaks fie dreaming Of the 0pi,
II That, srarder-ilke, on yea gray iorts,
Feedefh kis Hsslaneholy soul 80
III With cisioas Of departed poacsr;
4 Aad Ger. t6e riiias Tune hsts sped,
VI Mods sadly riiA his spectral head"
We should love 10 60 on and show many more A,'''
, specimens Of this great masfer's woDdenai.y
varied talent; 10 tell Of his Perfses limitations -