Weekly national intelligencer. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1841-1869, 1853-02-19

This soini1D e pxos has6esn for the 6rst e collect
"a sad pubsksd ~ TIcassg &go, in all hs bsaaty Of
their unsurpassed typography. The authoAi making
his bow to American pubHc; remarks In England
poetry is fast passing of the field Of the public view
as subject of interest The modern school hereis
Of intensely artificial thought and dction deliberately
obscure and even the highly viands which it
serves up find but few who think them worth tasting
For the wants and habits of day find recog-
nised poetic utterance Our poets walk stills too high
to admit of their seeing the fresh flowers which are
sprngng up the level swaras of English society
We want infusion of boldness and freedom into
poesy invasion of Saxon truthfulness and plain
spskenness which, risk Of some poetical
may renvgorae the Decline and at least postpone the
fall of republic Of letters" And the author looks
hopefully to the poets of country for the rise Of
new school Of English poesy. We think the remarks we
quoted very just and wish the hopes of Mr.
AFFORD may be realized; but, while believe that
tmnch remains unsung, our language, it has become
better vehicle for science is longer capable Of pro-
ducing version Of the bible, new liturgy,
Shakespeare, Milton, and may be well content
with such these still grateful to the
cultivated minds who labor in the field where the golden
harvest has been gathered. Mr.. Afford has given
very sweet and graceful poems, and the religious sen
nent with which they are mbued will make them accep-
table to the largest class readers of poeryhe re
PoclAo,
sure will be acceptable to our readers:
/ The dead alone great
i While heavenly plants abide on earth,
| The soil is Of dewless dearth
/ But when they die, q mourning shower
| Comes down and makes their memories flower
With odors sweet though late
| The dead alone are fair
While they are with us, strange lines play
4 Before eyes, and chase away
Gods light: but let them pale and die
| And sweet the stores of memory
| There is no envy there
wn;. T ,h.x asa are , here re iSns Sssr shadow. f.
Down forms, and darken all;
! But when they leave us, all the shade
| Is round sad footsteps made,
And they are bright and clear
The dead alone are blest
/ While they are here, clouds mar the day,
And bitter snow falls nip their May;
4 But when their tempest-time is done,
| The light and heat Of Heavens own sun
| Broods on their land Of rest
|VoIcEs FROM THE MOUNTAINS AND FROM THE
Crowd, by Charles Mackay, vol PIP. 373. Boston,
published by Tchhor, Reed Fields. Washington,
| sold by Taylor Maury.
This is another new volume Of poems written in Eng
land and first collected and published in this
try by Tichnor Co. Unlike Mr.. Afford, Mr. Mackay
has drawn his inspiration after the Of the famous
Ebenezer Elliott, author Of Corn Law Rhymes, not only
from the Mountains but from the Masses and there is
freshness in his voices from the crowd which to
meet the requirements Of Mr. Afford, whose remarks
have quoted in the notice above inserted. These will
doubtless find response in many hearts whose zeal to
goahead makes them forget the wise caution Of
admirable and honest friend, David Crockett to be FIRST
sure you're right" Poetry may be the vehicle Of
aacies than the science Of law, and have wise
Jeremy Bentham by whom they may be castgated: and
L. - n l.ll
Some Of these poems seem to be addressed to the Arch
tects Of Ruin whose cry is progress liberty and ater
nifty. We give example from the poem called |" tn
Three Preaehers," styled by the author Backward
stand-still," and Forward
There are three preachers ever preaching,
Filled with eloquence and power,
One is old, with locks of white,
Skinny anchorte
And he breaches every hour
With shrill fanatic voice
And bigots fiery scorn,
"BAcKwARpl yc presumptuous nations;
Man to misery Is born,
30 Born TO drudge, and sweat, and suffer
Born to labor and to pray
BAcKwARDi ye prcsumptuous nations
Back l--be humble and obey"
aoswAnp there are ills to conquer;
Daily vickedncss is wrought,
Tyranny is swollen with pride,
Bigotry is de6ed
i Ever intertwined with Thought,
Vice and Misery ramp and crawl,
Il Root them out their day is pass'd;
Goodness is alone immortal
/ Evil not made to last:
1 ONWARD and all the Earth shall aid us
Ere our peaceful flag be furld,
i And the preaching Of this preacher
Il Stirs the pulses Of the world
The next poem is entitled sold Opinions" which are
thus treated Of in the last stsn1as:
/ Old opinions, rags and tstters
Il Ye are worn ;-ah, quite threadbare
We must cast you off forever
Il We are wiser than we were
Never fitting, always cramping,
Letting in the wind and sleet,
| Chilling us with rheums and agues
| Or inhaming us with heat.
i We have found mental raiment
4 Purer, whittier to put
1 Old opinionsi rags and tatters,
Get you gonei get you gone
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