New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-11-15
- vopu nauy TRIBUNE SATURDAY. NOVEMBER Is. 1851.

rhln-blown, IN proud and plan, oeauty spread
Snuffing tie desert Winds. Her g,1s,y ~
Curved 70 the shoulder like an cages "mg,
And an hey matches lines OF flank and mo
Seemed fsshioned from the flying shapes OF ar
When sounds OF warhke pre- paIation rang
From tent 10 tent, her keen ana fesuess eye
Shone bIood-red as ruby, and ner neisn
Rang Wild and sharp above the clash oil spears
1.-THE Metempsychosis Of the Pine" Is tine
mystic conception, original IN IT'S sentiment anu
clothed in a most BETTING costume. NoPfouuc-
tion of the author brea,hes more genuine spirit
of poetry. "Ariel in the Cloyen Pine Is hlied
with hold and dainty fancies. SeraPion is
sweet blending Of reflection ana Imagination,
"Siciian Wine" is wild dream-ilke oufs' Oh
lovous melody while of the smaller pieces,
those entitled Prayer" THE Two VISIONS,
" Storm Lines" are marked by delicate anu
touching pathos. Many Of the " Songs" are sn-
gulary graceful and tender In fact, the whole
contents OF this volume will stand the test OF
criticism better than many poems OF more aspl-
ring pretensions. They reveal fresh beauties
with every new perusal. We accept them DIS Oh
earnest Of progress, which Will give the author
an enviable place among American poets.
The volume of Mr. Stoddard fully makes good
the promise which he has given to his Art IN the
earlier efforts q his beautiful career Watching
his poetical development from the beginning, we
have always been impressed by the fine union OF
imaginative power with loyalty to a high IDEAL
Of artistic excellence which has been more and
more conspicuous in his productions Few poets
possessing his facility of verslfcatlon have more
| carefully elaborated their creations; with as
| strong reason as any one can boast for dreamy
trust in bountiful nature, he has wisely avaleu
himself of all the resources of art never forget
ting the coy and subtle graces of expression In
the deepest bursts of enthusiasm, or even IN the
indulgence of the most wayward fancies. With
a poetica temperament Of singular luxurance
puofuse in all gorgeous and glorious images; eV'
er ready to run riot IN the INFINITE universe
of invention; he has not neglected TO nouf-
,sb his genius by rapt vigils with great mas
ters his verses certainly show that he has
walked with bards and seers on the mount OF IN
spiration but he has not made their sweet So
ciety the substitute for personal communlonwlth
the eyer.teeming soul of nature; nor allowed
the fire of his own spirit to be dimmed by the
consuming splendor of foreign lights Ii we
we should say that he makes his love of poetry
as an art too prominent. He lets us enter be-
hind the scenes so far that we can witness the
inward loy with which he revels in the compile
ton of his highly finished pictures greater
degree Of abandon might be permissible IN so
Young an artist, but with such an unmistakabie
and exuberant wealth of the poetic nature, we
cannot seriously blame him for the wise dis
cipline with which he trains it for the noblest
achievements.
1.-THE Castle in the Air" which opens the pre-
sent volume is the most perfect specimen OF the
authors peculiar genius that we have seen In
print Though crowded with imagery OF almost
dazzling radiance, this poem produces the effect
of noble architectural edifce, in which the
harmony of proportion and color, as whole,
subdues the excessive brillancy of the separate
parts, imparting a sense of charmed repose,
after we have wandered through spacious halls
and splendid galleries till we almost feel sa
tiety OF beauty.
The poet commences with the contrast be-
tween the Real and the Ideal life. Standing be-
tween the portals of the two, striving ts rend
the chains which cramp his spirit, he wcavss
| day-dream of the life which fate denies IN re-
atty, erecting his airy castle in the very tropic
zone of fancy, "where all the livelong year The
Summer never dies"
A stately marble pile, whose pillars rise
From sculptured bases. futed to the dome,
With wreathed frezes crowned, and rare device
OF caTven leaves like pendant drifts Of foam,
A Thousand windows front the rising sun,
Deep-set between the columns, many -paned,
Tri-arched, emblazoned, gOrgeousy stained,
Crimson and purple, green and blue and dun,
And all their welded coors fall below,
Like rainbOws shattered on field OF snow.
Before the Castle lies shaver lawn,
Slipping and sparkling in the dews OF dawn,
With turfy terraces, and garden bowers
Where rows Of slender urns are fun Of flowers
Broad oaks o'esarch the winding avenues
Edged round with evergreens of fadeess bloom,
And pour a thousand intermnglng hues,
misty food of green and golden gloom;
Farseen through twinklmg leaves,
The fountains gush aloft like silver sheaves,
Dropping With shining ears, and crests OF spray,
And foamy tassels blowing every way,
Oh f.loh hoe ms xrhtt tn nd cAl