Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-01-25
= Yet, lady, hear

sumption, and he thus addresses her, in tho
language Of crazy lover -
Yet, lady hear
word that may cxtenuate my crime,
Perhaps vouchted torgiyncss.
Since first saw thy face my soul was filled
Win love of thcc-oh do not ccnsure me
With equal ust CO might the agnet stone
/ Condcnn the steel that cannot help approach
Than thou be angry with my helpless love-
lis thus I've erred and thus beg ofthee,
/ My crime shall be forgiven"
! This is very pretty metaphor, but really
we pity the poor fellow who is in such sor-
ry condition as TO possess helpless love he
should 60 to California
The following description of Venice is beau
iifulIy poetic
\ In very truth do--a no L. sight
II Look Oh II, Ba.il was ever wall kc ow
n 30 lar asths Iicre on the ADRIAN shore
Il It's snow-wlh'e walls, th,t n,sti ing seem Il
\ sleep
\ A!ong the golden ouil n of the leaves.
\ Like Il pure virgin ON ncr dowDy couch,
. W Eose soi' rebel ing bosoms have ESCAPED
\ Conceal.ncnt oftte catelrss drapcry %
Up .!ol The azure bosom of the utep
. u "a
Pierce Tie iue heaven lar rs eye tan aci
II w!ngs of com cree whlien all the SEA T!
And nearer still, a thOustLd condo as
Nilh IL tgs ana giIded ere tsani joyous lowers
Come bounding . cr me waves 10 Deal W btcE
10 our swcct SCI. kissed hon 4
Ah Venice, sm ling ci y Of the sea,
ihou aft pc ure Tor II poet s cart
LOCK on II, brother this the 'rui VI var:
.hu-no.
Such bright prosperity is born Of peace
War never nurturcd Venice -
The following lines are full of truth and
beauty but what does our old frieni know
about connuba felicity Perhaps he learned
something on the subject from the fair Senor-
Itas Of Mexico
" Husband and wife oh sweet aud sacred
sounds
! In the vocabulary oflhe soul,
/ ltcie aeiow rds Of 50 endeaIing ,o'crt> II
/ no TIC can c'er be wovc ar, und the Acari,
! SO acred and 50 st.ong Gs that which bind.
/ The loving husband 10 his loving vie %
Here is another truthful and fine sentence
" Thus ends my soldier lic-is shcathcd my
sword
| Not all the glory the great Caesar won
Sh Uld tempt il forth again
Heaven Is my judge never drew't,
Ambition urged la an unrghtcous cause;
lhe laute's have plucGcd grew ou the path
of m, strict duty now, no more ot war,
LIS glory and its gutlt the day will come
w Nhen those bright nlm >, that lie So many
gods
Now glitter on the pages &C the past
lnblooI writ fame shall be forgotten all
d /" their stead, the . cd, the Truly great
Alone shall be recorded -
The following description OF Italian seen
cry and loveincss, will distract half the love-
sick gir.s WHO read it
"CAs. Ear itom the echoes of troubled
word
Wiz in the soft embrace of vine clad hills,
There lay sunny va'o in whose warm lap
Had art divine and ma urr more Glvnc
Poured out THEFT wealth III very vanlonness
a valley ui brighr licis ard emerald gr ves,
Above whose glowing foiiagr iordly I,wcrs
kose to the sapphire sky u'n the ear
There ieil no sounds thdt were not music d
| The songs of bird, and bees and a.ling waters,
The voice OF Natures God as soft an sweet
As when it thrilled through carth's first Para.
dis.
The winds were never ru,'e-No storms came
here,
Alone tn" hreczc from the blue Appcnncs
stole softly down among the pcriurcd trees
Filling the air with incense
1t was indeed seer oflovelnes
Aud oyer all
Hurg rich canopy ofblue and gold
The sky OF Italy
MAR. Oh sweet sweet somehow like ouI
own dear rOne
Gas Within this vale,
A maid ot noble lineage had bren reared
She was INDEED in the ideal o. her seq -
The brIgit embodiment oflovc itself!
Ol form olovely, so divine face
1t seemed as it The spirit of the place
Had genderrd her. from out It's glowing flowers,
To make The picture perfect y
Loves Martyr is well written, AMI will rich
repay a careful perusal. Mr.. Reid is the
l0r ol many fugitive poems Of much m"rit
me oi hch, " The Hope of the Broken Heart
ed, pub Ish d in the Herald of The Times
about two years ago, will be recollectcd BY
our readers. Read " Loyc's Martyr" by al
means. 1t may be had at Coils News De.
pot.