New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1853-05-28

broken by single dseordAnt sound The long a.,
loud acclaim which has followed It's appearance Is Ii
the notes of jubilaon that attend the march Of 90
queror. Certainly not within our remembrance h.
any poet been hailed With snch general burst Of CO.
thusiasn and even the most coldblooded critics seer
to be asonshed out Of their proPrety by the delghsh
apparition. I" He promises says one, 20 be greater
poet than any emergent genius Of the last few years.
IL is to the earlier works of Keats and Shelley alooe
that We can look for counterpart in richness Of fac,
and force of expression" Much Of his imagery7 SAY
Others reminds ore of shakspere and his contespor
RES There is not page of this volume on siics
we cannot find some novel image Shaksperan e.
lefty Of expression or some striking smile' Sincs
Tennyson no poet has come before the public with the
same promise as the author Of this volume" These are
honey.sweet encomiums, to be and strangely va
rance with the bulldog eagerness with which the Bug
sh critic is wont to asten upon the throat OF the new
sspirant to poetic honors.
But we will not delay 10 introduce this "swee, yssA
and tail with Shaksperes mantle on his shoulders and
skod with the golden sandals Of Shelley and Keais 10
ncn of our readers as have not already hassened 10
make his acquaintance their swu account
The principal poem in the volume, NASTY ensssh
called Iife-Drama" as it shows scarcely trace q
constructive dramatic poser, consists Of series sf
sketches aterwised in desperate though beautiful con-
fusion and diversified with CLEANS of reflection sud
denly flashing athwsrt the horizon, and vouchsaing Is
little account OF themselves the auroral s2ends Of
the northern sky Walter the hero Of the story comes
abruptly to stage, reading from manuscript the
following lines which, ii is but justice 70 say aAoas
as poor as any in the volume Their tone OF ambsas
commonplace by nc means prepares us for the nuss
Gus snatches of regal and glorious poetry With wAsA
we shall see, the work 10 full.
As wild maiden, with love drinking eyes,
Sees in sweet dreams 4 beamng Youth OF GLORY,
And wakes to wtep, and ever amer signs
Fer that bright vision till her hair is hoary;
Ev'n SO. alas is my fes passion story.
For Poesy my heart and pulses beat.
For Poesy my blood runs red and fleet,
As Moses serpent the Egyptians swalowd
One passion eats the rest My soul is toliow'd
BY strong ambition to outrol lay
Whose melody viii haunt the world for aye,
Charming Il onward on It's golden way
The next scene brings TO the poet sleeping in br
est, while lady enters with favn Now the plot b.
gins 70 take something like shape, though still wrapped
in purple clouds The lady falls in love with the poet u
first sight, without giving him time to wake up.
Ha what is this A bright and wandered yosth.
Thick in the light of his own beauty, sleeps
Like young Apollo, in his golden curls
At the oak roots We seen full many lower,
But never one so fair lovely youth.
With dainty cheeks and ringlets like girl
We envious lids fan would see his eyes
Jewels SO richly cssed as those OF his
Must be a sight.
Walter is at last aroused by the duce murmur Of roy
lips and understands that he is bound to 6nd hea
rest In the celestial vision which stands before him.
Fair lady, in my dream
Methought was weak and lonely bird.
In search of summer wandered ON the sea,
Toiling through miss drenched by the arrowy rain
Struck by the heartless winds ut last, methoughi
came upon an isle in whose sweet air
dried my feathers, smoothed my ruted breast
And skinned delight from off the waving woods
Thy coming lady reads this dream Of mine
| am the swallow, thou the summer land.
In the next scene he begins to take courage, AZ tho
last meeting she was as MARBLE calm but she did ns
rown when the telltale blood rushed into his se AID
blabbed the love secreted In bis heart.
think that am worthy to be loved
Oh, could lit my heart into her sight.
AS an old mountain lifts It's martyrs cairn
Into the pure sight of the holy heavensl
Would she but love me. | would live for hori
Were she plain Night ID pack here with nay stan.
My spirit, Poesy would be her slave,
1would rifle for her oceans secret boards, reaisw
And make her rough with pearls. Ii Deaths psh
Contained a gem out ustrng all the world,
would adventure there and bring it her.
As he meditates the best means Of wooing his "al
est found" he resolves to write tale through whch
his passion runs like honcysuckle through hedge
June He says:
I've heard that msidens have been won by song.
q POesy, fine sprte I'd bless thee more
If thou wOuldst bring that lady's love to me
Than Immortality in twenty worlds.
! d rather win her than Gods youngest star,
With singing continents and of bliss
Thou day beyond tomorrow, haste thee on
The trusting time soon comes, aud the lady il quite
as impatient for the tale the lover for the AdI
We will not here crafty our readers with any spe&
mems of this episode which forms large portion Of u
poem, and sorry to be obliged to inform tbem ha
though the lady seemed ready to be won by song
the poet was TO sing, bis words oil thrown avn.
Too late sbe owns that she is doomed TO hard fsn
When she was all in leaf the frostwinds came, and to
summers breath now passing over her waves bas EsA
bsughs:
...... within n month my bridal bells
VIII make a village glsd. Tns faintng Earth
Is bleeding at her million golden veins.
And by her blood m bou.h The sun shall ~
Apale bride welded TO gray hair, and eyes
Ofcold and cruel blue and in the spring
grave with daisies on il.
Thus departs the lady Of the forest. Walter 10 -
alone He the future stretch all dark and barre
as rainy However, he is not inconsolable ssd
time soon brings comforter. Ofcourse
...... shehss dark violet eyes
voice A. son As moonlight On her cheek
The ching blood mira uOus doth range
From seashe pin X 10 sunset When she speaks
Her soul is shining through her earnest face,
As shines moon through It's mp swathing cloud
Ny tongue very beggar in her praise,
1t cannot gid her gold with all its words.
Oh she is fair as Heaven and she wears
The sweetest name that
And eyes 20 match her Name lis Violet
Walter as might be predicted, msrres this fair DO
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