New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1853-03-03
NEW PUBLICATIONS.
The March Magazines.
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Of SchcGiasms containing the history OF Ny Cousin,
Tom Usher" This Is followed by Sketches from the
Cove" Extracts from Travellers Note Book Gu
riosities of Character THE Country Doctor" and
some other agreeable narrative sketches The racy in
s,ament of Letters from Up the River dscOurses Of
crows, coruhed. caws and Goes in Alright merry clss
steal snd cdfyins style For cold picture Of winter
sconery read the following; Exceedingly picturesque
In tie winter landscapes the sitting on the Leaf
less boush OF the hoary oak tsolf striking object in
the sceue1 when the ground is covered with mantle
Of the chstest snow tie iss present almost the only
bird We have Is his voice though harsh untimely,
now that the mollower son-.ters of the grove are
In. he'd For when welcome Blue Bird comes no more
10 greet the early spring, nor skmming swallow hs
before The door when Robin Red Breast has ceased to
chant his roundeIay and Chpn Bird TO gather crumbs
upon the walk; when the small Wren has fitted from
HI. accustomed nest, leaving the dry straw within the
rooted and Widowed house in which two rival architect
ures have been combined; when Thrush departs, and
Bobouk has tred his parting strain, and the gay Lark
no more sings upward toward the sun; and when the
summer sky 10 longer blossoms with the wings Of but
teres and oil the pictured feet OF lttle royers have
sailed awsy TO cruise in gulf streams OF the
aerial latiudes cutting the thin wave OF the naygable
air welcome We black uRmtigated plumes, coulbed
into smoothness by the sharp toothed winds glossy IN
the light of slant December SUM- o thou most slita
BILE adjunct Of bleakness staucsque Crow carved as
from "A chunk OF that material Egyptian darkness whieh
could be felt sometimes think of one who inscribed
a poem with quill plucked from the Ravens wing
writing with supra mortal eloquence, his spirit veloped
in majestic solemn gloom as OF the spiHtiand Edgar
thou art In the world Of shades
This number is graced with several good poetcal con-
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be found true to nature It Is from "A Winters Nights
Epistle" by "T'he Peasant Bard !"
There is poetry in farming True
But have read, and so have yos
That distance lends unto the view
Enchantment fair
For Instance digging gold will do
Till one gets there.
In summer planting wedding hoeing,
And practsing HACKS kRaek at moving,
(Thst science which you boast OF knowing
go very well)
The scorching type showing
OF what's called he'll.
In winter tuggng with the fall
Or Shedding in a cutting gale
Such AS would scud gallant sail
In barepoles seward,
And blows your fore-nsgs lusty tail
Straight out to leevmS.
In place of literary talk
With compeers In your daily walk,
~ Shhu you TOP or cut the stalk
OF that ere cropr
Or sold yer cattle how u ye chalk
To sell, or swopf
No; half the prose may wall be told
Which farmers every day behold
In summer hot and winter cold,
Dull az It's real;
Yet we We inc sntives manifold
To the IDEAL
The pictures in the book of June;
The glorious dawn, the bslmy moon;
The dswy eve, the rising moon;
All these oUrs
And all the accompanying boon
OF birds and flowers
When Winter hurls bis storms spsce,
on piteous Is the farmers case
Night comes--the blazing chimney place
stills all complaints
Thsws out his features, Ill bis face
Shines Ike saints
There, while bis cheer reeks to the ceiling.
he gets meet comfortably feeling,
Thinking how barn and battened shleling
Secure and warm,
His poor dependents safe are shielding
From the wild storm.
There he may READ and muse and psnder
Upon ths life, this world Of wonder
There, judgelke, be may set ssunSer
The truth from error,
And see IN men Of blood and thunder
No cause for terror.
There be may form Just estimate
OF those the world calls good and great:
See fortune, ero,smGaaee, and tats
Create rcnown,
And give knsve chair Of gate,
An ASA crown.