New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1854-11-14
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The bert Results oil foreign travel cannot De TO
corded in descriptive volume. Eminent o.
Bayard Taylor has become for his breadth and
scutepess Of observation, and the limpid flow OF
his narrative, he has gathered richer fruits in his
Oriental tour than bis rare knowledge Of distant
chimes and curious forms Of society. He has felt
the glowing sun Of the East lindling his magma
ton, and infusing warmer vitality into his whole
being. He mas breatbed its atmosphere Of spices
and balm, until fresh sense Of existence was
added TO his reoollections Of life. Inspired with
the wild freedom Of the desert, he has opened
his heart TO the potent influences Of nature, and
given holder scope to his fancy than was pos
sible under the chill proprieties of Western CIV
ihxstion. His volume bears the stamp throughout
Of vivid Oriental experience. With the excep-
of two or three OF the more elaborate pieces it
combines greater spontaneity Of EXPIRE ssion,
more intimate feeling of nature and more dar-
Ing fight of the imagination, with a nicer artistic
finish, than any of his former productions. The
growth of his poetic nature is happily described
by Bsyard Taylor in the Proem, addressed TO bis
friend and brother poet, Stoddsrd:
You STRAIN your ear to catch the harmonies
That in some finer region have their birth;
turn, despalring froIA the quest OF these,
And seek 10 learn the native tongue Of Earth.
In Fancy tropic cline" your castle stands
A shiuiDg miracle Of rarestart;
pitch my tent upon the naked sands,
And the tall palm, thGt pIumes the orient lands
Can with lie beauty satisfy my heart.
You, in your starry frances, breathe the air
or lost Elysiuro, pluck the snowy bells
OF lotus SDc Olympisn asphodels,
And bid us their diviner Odors share.
at the threshold of that world have lair,
Gsztd on its glory, heard the grand acclaim
Wberewiih its trumpess hail the sons OF Fame,
And striven its speech TO master-but in vain
And low turn, to find late content
In Nature, making mine her myriad shows;
Better conteDte1 with one living rose
Than all the GODS ambrosia; Ternly bent
On wrestling from her hand the cup, whence flow
The favofs Of her ruddest hfe-tbe change
OF cmes and races-tbe unshackled range
OF al experience that nay songs may show
The warm red blood that beats in hearts of men,
And those who read them in the fostering den
Of cities, may behold the open sky,
And hear The Ihy thin Of the winds that blow,
Instinct with Freedom. Blame me not, that
Find In the forms Of Earth deeper joy
Than IN the dreams which lured me as a boy,
And leave the Hesyen where you are wandering
stu
With bright Apollo, to converse with Pam
For, though full coon courses separate ran,
We, like the Gods, can meet OH TmOlus hill.
Here we have the poets confession Of faith, of
which most Of the poems in the first part of this
volume are opposite Illustrations. They are emf
neptly objective, though not without the warm
celoriDg of emotion from the individuality of the
writer. The favors of natures ruddiest life"
are blended together in their composition, while
they show the transparent workings Of "the
WARM, red blood that beats in hearts OF men,"
The FIRST touch Of the East on the poets heart
II the subject of some Characteristic verses:
THE POET IN THE EAST.
Tn Poet came to the Land Of the East
When Spring was in the air;
The Earth was dressed for wedding feast,
So youDgshe Seemed, and fair
And the Poet knew the Land OF the East
His soul DIS native there.
An things to him were the visible forms
OF early and precious dreams
Familiar Visions that Knocked his quest
Beside the Western streams,
Or CLEANED IN the gold OF the clouds uurolled
In the sunsets dying beams.
He looked above in the cloudless calm,
And Sun sat OH bis tbrone
The breath Of gardens, deep in balm,
Was all about him blown,
And brother TO BIN was the princely Palm,
For he cannot live alone.
His feet went forth on the myrtled hills,
And the flowers their welcome she'd
The meads Of milk white asphodel
They knew the Poets tread
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide
The poppy's bonfire spread.
And half 10 shade anu half in sun,
The Rose ca. in her bower,
With a pas sionate thrill in her crimson heart
She had waited for the hour!
And, like brides the Poet kissed
The lips of the glorious flower,
Then the Nightingale, who sat above
10 the boughs of the ciiron tree,
Saog: We are no rivals, brother mine,
Except in mnstrelsy;
For the rose you kissed with the kiss OF love
Is faithful eth TO me.
And further tang the Nightingale:
Your bower not distant hes.
IheArd the sound of q Persian lutte
From the iasruined window rise,
And like two stars, through the lattice.bars,
/ saw the Sultanas eyes.
The Poet said: will here abide,
In the suns uBclouded door
Here are the wells OF all delight
On the lost Arca1ian shore:
Here is the light on sea and land,
And the dream deceives no more.
From the Temptation of Hassan Ben Khs-
he'd" we give few specimens which we need
mot commend for their admirable viyidness and
beauty Of description. Hassan was sage, who,
With a frown of austere virtue, dealt out wise,
moral preceets in the marketplace OF Cairo.
One fpe day be falls, himself, into the trap OF
termination. which had been bsited with the
anntiest entertainments of the Evil One. After
HE fall the poet who had gained his confidence
receives from him certain revelations as to the
nsres into which his pious feet had been en-
tangled. He was frst enticed into garden BY
The rivers side: