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

His speech is havOrOus evermOre he talks
In a Harm brown, autunnal sort of style.
worthy man, Sir who shall stand at compt
With conscience white, some few stains OF VINE
ZANE AND THE POET
...Eo,d how Poets geek
At Fame their idol Call I worthless thing,
Colder than lunar rainbows changefuller
Than sleeker puppies pigeons neck,
More transitOry than a wOmans loves,
The bubbles Of her heart-and yet each mocker
Would gladly sell his soul for sweet crumb
To roll beneath his tongue.
RURAL HOMESTEAD.
7MoDg the green lanes Of Kent-green sunny lanes
Where troops Of children shout, and laugh and play,
And gather daisies stood antique home,
Within its orchard, rich with ruddy fruits;
For the full year was laughing in his prime.
Wealth Of all flowers grew in that garden green,
And the old porch with its great Oaken door
Was smothered in rOse-blOoms while Ger the walls
The h0ncysuckle chung delciously.
Before the door there lay plot of grass,
showed Der with daisies,-hOwer by all beloved,
And famousest in sOng-and ia the midst,
carved fountain stood, dried up and broken,
On which peacock stood and summed Itself
Beneath. two petted rabbits, snowy white
Squatted upon the Sward.
a row of poplars darkly rose behind,
Around whose tops, aud the old fashioned vanes,
White pigeons futtered, and DER all was bent
The mighty sky with sailing sunny clouds.
One easement was thrown open, and within,
boy hung Ter book Of pOesy,
Silent as planet hanging o er the
In at the easement open to the noon
Came sweetest garden OdOrs, and the hun
The drowsy hum-of the rejoicing bees,
Heavened in blooms that overload the walls;
And the cool wind waved ia upon his brow,
And stirred bis curS.
As an artist, we think Alexander Smith shows the
want Of high culture He does not turn to the best
account his profuse wealth of materials His imagna.
ton regns Over his other faculties, and moves free and
stately in the infinite realms of Nature; but its ex
preston wants the ne artistic symmetry, which reveals
the plastic touch Of true Master He brings an open
heart to all the mystic influences of sun, stars and sea-
often makes al original of their natural suggestions;
but as often his fancies run wild; and his language be-
cones forced and artificial One might try curious
experiment. in noticing the variety of images which he
draws from the sea- The loves of the Ocean with the
shore afford him avorite source of illustration; but
other aspects of the perpetuay brought into
vev that in reading his volume almost made TO
mell the salt water We give below few instances
this kind, many of which viii impress the reader, as
they have ourselves with their exceeding beauty. We
think however that Alexander Smith is altogether too
extravaganza in his demands the capaciOus oun
ans of the sea- and submit that Shakespeare and other
poets with whom he has been rashy compared have
observed a wiser temperance in this respect.
Better for man.
Were he and Nature more familiar frendsl
His mart is worst that touches this base world
Although the oceans inmost heart be pure,
Yet the salt fringe that daily lickS the shore
Is gross with sand
Oh he was rich,
And rcjoiced upon his shore of pearls,
A weak enamored sea
Wilt write Of some young wanton Of an isle
Whose beauty cnGn0red hatl, the sea,
IL clasps it ever in its summer arms
And wastes itself away on 1t III kisses
When the great universe Subsidies in God,
xrfna a - fam, flefN. AGAIN
Upon the wave that bears it.
A silent isle on which the lovesck sea
Dies with faint kisses and mmmured jOy
He was unanguaged, like the earnest sea-
Which strives to gain an utterance on the shore,
But ne'er can shape unto the listening hills,
The lore il gathered in its awful age;
The crime for which lis llshed by cruel winds
TO shrieks, mad spoomings to the irighted stars
The fulfil faced moon sits silver ON tho sea,
The eager waves lin up their cleaning heals,
Each shouldering for her smile.
Thy spirit on another breaks in 10Y
Like the pleased a whte-breasted shore
A shore that wears on her aluring brOws
Rare shells far brought the ove.gifs Of the sea,
That bluShd tell tale.
Sweet siness one
hy heart is weak a great globe all sea
II finds no shore to break ON but myself:
SO let il break
The peevish sea
FretS ganst the bullying Blossoms of the ships
Whose keels have walked il from its hours repOSe.
The garrulOus sea is talking TO the shore
Let us go down and hear the greybeards speech.
| Oh as a weary wave
Subsidies upon the shore,
4 My hungry being with It's hopes its fears
My heSrt like moon charmed waters. all unrest
Yet strong IS IS despair, weak rs tears,
Doth faint upon thy breast!
A tide of awe
And love, and wonder, from the Infinite,
Swels up within me- rs the running brine
4 Prom the smooth -gstening, wide heavng sea,
Grows in the creeks and channels of q stream
| Until its threats lis banks
Neh is the staple of Alexander Smiths poetry.
his own Walter and Violet, his chief joy is to
nav images from everything; and images lie thick
9on his table, as shells sands" There is no
guar plot, no peryading thought in the volume He
not write under the inspiration of kndling idea.
toul breathes in an atmosphere Of vOluptuous soft
- But he has too much rich vitality 20 be called
inmate he delights in form, in color, in sweet
DDS IN delicious odos; his ear is not yet unseaed
'2e voice Of the spirit, at least, only catches its