Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1854-03-27
I'm. P. Willis thus pleasn ntly discourses on

u N. P. Willis thus pleasantly discourses on
the resurrection of one of his scraps OF poetry,
and its presentation to the public in disguised
form-its soul in a new body, and rather cum
brous body too, for such abeautiful ETHEREAL soul
as thatwhich bfeathes inthe lines quoted below:
Our Pile of Bricks.
+ "In the respect for precedent" says a great VIII
ter, eve apt to be blind toSwhat the age is
ready for truth illustrated by the multiply
ing of veislfers, at the same tune the world seems
| inclined to take the thoughts without the bother
Of the verses We sadly fear that poetry is gong
to die out-superceded, like stoge. coaches. and
carrier pigeons, by more time saving inventions for
arriving ut the same end. q Would the render like
to see what reason we have forspeaking feeling
ly on the subject! tits probably forgotten il ev.
er heard oil, blythe present Public, that we un-
dertook, a public or two ago, to "build up fame
in poetry" Our duoGecmo Hcrculaneum, was
smotheIed ofcoutse, under,t the Nesuvius of new
authcls--a volcanic Lin biliy 10 v hich we were
submitted hitherto,in subterranean silence. Our
larger Naples (the Home JournaD fiouHshes on the,
surface above. But we have triend--a kind
FRIEND, the Boston Transeript- no, among epec-
mems Of antiquities, has lately brought fragment
Of us 10 light, and calls on posterty 10 admire us.
We are pcsthumous-ly 'giateftl-but, he has
dug up the trecks toithout Ike architecture, we feel
1--WE must ,ow ny little nervous at the proposition
lost! sig BIT Off the heap. First let us show how
we appear among the t.beautiful extIacts'' of the
Transcript: ' s-'. f's'- a'
s{"Ehere Is to me dalnteneSS about early flow
ers, that touches me like poetry. They siow out
with such simple loveliness among tae common
herbs Of pastures, and breathe tller Lives so un.
obtrusively, like hearts whose beasings are loo
gentle fol, the world.''- p WiHs. nj
Now,siEesPublic of our popular and tastefu,l
btotherE Editor isquits at liberty, Of course 10 adj
mlIe that, If it likes. But il is passage Of prose-
which was originally written in poetry--and oflhat
former shape Of the same ,xcavated thoughts, we
must be excused for herewith giving an idea:
"a s,g,s,..,ss = :. - There's TO mo- ssss ,.
go 4 daintinsss about these early flowers. ~.
That touches me like poetry. They grow
YIN sach q simple loneliness among
The common het BIS Of lastule. and breathe out
W6 s1 nf S 10 anontTnsiv e!y IKE hearts
But there is to be at least brick pile period in
poetry IT Poetry is not thus ended forever inbricks
Among school.book cassics there will soon b.
HThe Story and Llras of Clilde Harold, Paradise +
Lost, and the other principle poems of the Eng.
lish Lam uage, IN one vol l2mo., 2 The worlds
thoughts and knowledgea to be stripped Of all
their superauous encumbrances and cicumlocu.
tory ornaments, that children may know everything
IN esSence-eve.y mind 10 do its own spoetizinp or
other numbering up of an idea, as it has occasion
or leisure. This is a iresnltot too many books-of
learning becoming too cumbersome nd difficult
Alb, friend Cogswell, die in time! That castor
Library" OF yours will YET stand for a squeezed
lemon-al the ideas that are in its three story al
cove OF poetry at least, sure 10 be soon published
ny the Appletons ina single volumes! Niultu,n in
pdroo IS the spirit of:ihe age. Between love- and
such other things as mot be hurried up' and
poetry, and such other things as can, there will
soon be line drawn that i'll divide lie'S inter-
ests and belongings as death paris spirit and mat
r. "