Weekly national intelligencer. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1841-1869, 1848-11-18

And nodding cypress formed fragrant shade,
On whose high branches waving with the storm,
The birds of broadcast wing their mansion FORM
The enough, the sea-mew. and loquacious crow,
And scream aloft or skim the deep below
Depending vines the shelving SCREEN
With purple clusters bushing through the green.
-Four limpid fountains from the ceits distil, }
And every fountain pours a several rll,
In may wndings wandering down the hill, }
Where boomy meads with vivid green crowned
And glowing volets flung their odors round
scene, where if q god should cast his sight,
A god might gaze and wander with delight.
We need hardly remind readers that have here the
original from which Fenelon-bu little amplifying every
hinakes his description of the scene, there
FORE well known each young assassin murderess French
that has sputered forth La grote de la deesse eo
stuee lie penchant dune colne !" the young ladies' the
while, at that last phrase, wondering much that hill should
like their own conscious bosoms, have a penchant.
Passing by, for the present. Vigs garden of the old Cory
can-whch is garden-we will place next Tassos
copy of Homes isle for that Homers is the source witness
merely the resembances of description made up both
Komes garlcns but the like possessors and prisoners Ca
ypso and Amda Ulysses and Tancred There are Beauties
and especially Of expression and sound in Tasso which dis
appear the transations but still give somebody
version will cen take old Faraxs, partly because
like it better than Wen, and partly that honor the
name Of Fairfax, republican yet lordly:
But having passed all that frozen ground
And OVERCOME that winter sharp and keen,
"A warm, mild, pleasant, gentle sky they found,
That overspread large and ample green.
The winds breathed spkenard, myrh, and balm around
The blasts there fm unchanged, steady been,
Nor, as elsewhere, the winds rise now fall
And Phgbus there aye shines nor sets at all.
Not as elsewhere, sunshine bright now showers
Now heat, cold, there nterchanged were;
sDrln m hpaye dawn
In which nor RAIN nor Storm nor clouds appear
Nursing to fields their grass, to grass his flowers,
To flowers their smell, to trees the leaves they bear.
There by lake stately palace stands,
That overlooks all mountains, and lands.
The passage hard against that mountain steep
These travellers had faint and weary made,
That through those grassy plains they slowly creep;
They walked and rested of, they went, they stayed
When from the rocks, that seemed with joy to weep,
Before their feet dropping crystal played,
Enticng them to drink, and on the flowers
The penteous foun thousand streams down showers:
All which, united in the sprngng grass
Eat forth a channel through the tender green,
And underneath eternal shade cid pass
With murmur shril, cold, pure, and scantly seen,
Yet SO transparent that perceived
The bottom rich, and sands of golden sheen
While on the brm the silken grass sloh
Profiered them seats, sweet, easy, fresh, and sof
Jerusalem Delivered, end Of CantO XE
When they had passed DER all those devious ways
The garden sweet spread forth her green, to show
The moving crystal from the fount that plays,
Fair trees high plants, strange herbs, and Aowerets
Sunshiny hills, dales hid from Phubus' view;
Groves, arbors, NOISY caves, at once they view
And Chat which beauty most most wonder brought)
Nowhere appeared the art by which oil this wrought
So with the rude the polished mingled was,
That all seemed natural, and in each part
Nature did seem her counterfeit TO pass
And initiate her imitator, art
Mid the air, the skies clear as glass;
The trees whrwnd felt, no tempest's smart;
But ere their fruit drops Of, the blossom comes,
This springs, that falls, that npens while this blooms
The leaves upon the selEsame bough did hide
Beside the young, the old, and rpened 6g:
Here fruit green, there ripe with vermeil side;
The apple new and old grew on one twig
The fruitful vine her arms spread high and wide,
That Blended underneath their clusters big;
The grapes were tender here, bard, young and sour,
There purple, ripe, and nectar forth did pour.
The Joyous birds, hid under greenwood shade,
Sang merry notes every branch and bough
The wind that IN the leaves and waters played
With murmur sweet now sang, and clustered
II ceased the birds, the wind loud made,
And while they sang, IL rus,led soft and low:
Thus, were il hap cunning chance or arr,
The wind in that strange music bore his part
jerusalem Differed, Cdnto XVI
This is certainly delicious composition Of landscape gar
dening But though beautiful piece Of art, il yet fails
in the great point ia which the next description which we
shall cite exceeds all others falls III comparison we mean
to call up ia the mind that living image Of each thing de-
ssribed that pcureke dsDcness Of the scene, which
Milton has given the still richer beauties ideal yet visible
Of his earthly paradise. Observe for instance s FIRST
terror view, as appears to Satan, in bis approach
So on he fares and to the border comes
OF Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green
As with a rural mound, the champain head
OF steep wilderness, whose hairy sides,
With thicket overgrown, grotssque and wild,
Access deuied and overhead up grew
Insupersbe height Of ofiest shade,
Cedar, and pine aud fr, and branching palm,
sylvan scene and, as the ranks ascend,
Shade above shade, a woody theatre
OF stateiest view Yet higher than their tops
The verdurous walpof Paradise upeprung;
Which 10 general sire gave prospect large
Into his neither empire ncighboring round.
And higher than thst wall crcng row
OF goodicst trees laden with fsircst fruits,
Blossoms and fruits al Of golden hue,
Appeared, with gay ensmeled colors mkt;
On which the Sun more glad impressed his beams
Than on fair evening cloud or humid bow,
When God hath showercd the earth so lovely seemed
That landscape and OF pure, now purer air
Meets his approach and 10 the heart inspires
Verna delight and joy, able TO chase
All sadness but despair. Now gentle gales,
Tanning their odouierous wings, dispense
Native perfumes, aud whisper whence they stole
Those bsmy spoils. As when TO them who sail
Beyond the Cape Of Hope, and now past
Mozambic, of al northeast winds blow