New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-07-31


From The coar-e jargoJ OF such vulgar prose
No high. pure thought, no rythmic cadence flows;
On this bleak wasie, sown thick with tares of vice,
WHY lock for blooms that brea be ofParadise
Or lyric sweetness from the wall aud din
OF oiiish spirits, wooded TO their sn
The 1--WE heard ofenest here from day 70 day
Ignores the and fer and a;
Fancy is but ?. euomen 70 marx
Gamilrs ord scOuudrels-chilJren Of the dark.
Fiction il falsehood-and If found in print,
Be .ure it, oolors have sellos tint,
AND every page is rotten with the slime
OF goveli 2 passion and demoniac crime.
So !. ursked to guide along his course
That old Grt Ok hobby, called lie winged horse,
No, Baruuu,'s wooily"-thst's a modern s.eed
or other color ard of different breed
whose Pari assus, rooted from sun aud stars,
Whose l,5 Hefckno Nymphs surround It's brink
Sizz,s and sputieTs from tube OF zinc;
Though no b,rd to form 70 tn thoughts sublime,
And grand, 81 fances ciystaize IN rhyme,
ii ltIer weird music through he de earth thrills,
Like starry anthems from the heave. ly hills
NAV vet unbamed Of versewrighls and of verse
Ny own crude thought in M crude way rehearse.
WHAT THE POET MAY AND MAY SOr DO.
Not LIS the right TO waste life COHEN hours
In idle dreaming on his couch OF flowers,
Where faint sweet odo-s all biz senses lul,
Til ihey seem drunken with the beautiful,
j.
Urssnctfed by duty, mel, away.
What time he listens 70 the song OF June,
Ripping the sreenery with It's breezy tune,
Or threading the Ohm woods, delighted sees
The hecks of sunshine simmer through the trees :
MAKING as swing the little boughs 10 and fro,
Nierd shifting pictures on the ground below
And half believes he hears III. musical beat
On the soft grass, # my Rad tiny feet,
A. through the dance the fairy people whirl
Like q mad walter with his cfazy girl.
D. Loo. anstaa IA
AID bis whole soul WI klndling rap ure filed
But Dot forget, mid pleasures such az these
His high resolves and generous purposes
That, a. D. landscape by the rising sun,
So life il glorihed by duly done.
That trials calmly borne yield strength and peace,
And, blessing Others, will his bls7 Increase.
No word To laud the Villains mean success
Or eel, brate triumphant wicked ess,
Though lsais ring and peoplee rear and Tar
PAY their ovatious with the loud huzzs.
No need OF praise 10 power. divorced from good,
Tran ping the Law OF human brotherhood
Or smooth a2olos lee, in daiutiest rhyme,
For titled scoundrels aud for gilded crime
PIERPoST.
Behold the proof, oh honest, hOnOred Bard
No soul like thine can ullss the great reward.
True 20 Thy lofty aim-ambltiOus, fears
Turn ID thee not back through all the weary years:
Damped hot the ardor of that holy zeal meal;
Which through all trials, sought thy neighbors
Brought 9Th and patience for thy work Of
love.
Still shall thy memory like a sunbeam, dart
Its frequent brig htness on the sOrrOwing heart;
Still nom thy kinoling words shall coura-e How
To ihOse who strike for p-rilled Right blow
Still to the sad nebrIale whisper hope
As hi weak bands for liies lOs' treasures grope
Sill on the billowy anthem lift the soul
" bile waves OF music from tae organ roll;
And siill where'er thy honest verse i real
Thy praise shall be - Wecannot make him dead
MILTON AND HIS coTENPoRARGEs.
Who SO Is bis manhood for t0-day's acclaim
Is all uuworthy of the Poets name.
He for the mob plays p4nderer AMI pimp
And paws good Devil let me- b. your imp,
Here are my taleuts-twO-Or iive-or ten,
Here DIE my voice aud prostituted pen,
An at your servce-only, If You Please, bes,
deem one. " Nor, worth more than two - To
so let NY pay BE- prompt, and fools may wait
For heir iii wresied from the fst OF fate.
Such wtre they who the gift Of song profaned,
When Charles the hesrllees nos the headless,l
regned;
Making Of wit the Minister Of Crime.
And yelling Beauty with corruption shine
Cbarless buffoons have laughed themselves away.
The CAV comt-wits and verse -wrights, where are
they
Who ow remembers their salscious rhymes
Their amoIous songs, indecent az tbeir times
plav. ode. anacreontic bagstelle
What antiquarian can their merits tel
What " Oh Mortality again restore
Tie worthless record, messed by centuries Ger
All. all forgot-alike the gold aud dross-
And the world richer. doubtless, for the loss.
But The blind Poet, who 'nld scOfls and ieers
ToiIed on, appealing to the unborn years,
Still lives-for time but brightens his renown,
And adds new luster TO his eureate brown
Nor can oblivion from the word Of fame
s,eal the leas; ray that gloIrles his name.
No; mine to run a tit at every sham
That shows bis hesd-frOm Sambo down TO sam;
Not our dear USce, HIM We love too vel
To hint biz hkeuess TO BoWery swell;
Not mine 10 -cathe thO-e patriotic snobs
Whose amor pG,riG lives Cd public jobs.
BUNCH OF POETS.
'osea B,glor,
Laughs TO shame the iolh,s OF the times,
TIL COugTess cages filed With b rds unciean,
Look what they are unuttersoiy mean
IktffiT,
gifted with prolhe fire,
Can rouse detected Freedom With his yre,
And pOU-iu tidal currents tsrous b biz song
Ho, me dicti0ns on the sceptred wrong
Til mid the revel Of it. palaces
Pales lie flushed cheek and quakes iis coward
iGp0af, lAnees.
Ard with biz red bolts rive its bloody chain.
iolwe,
with yerse melodious as the nils
Where be eoes Iouiing mil he Berkshire hlls,
Cai. with biz bait OF humor as irout
Dfsw both our weaknesses and folles OUT.
ry0Et-
Pessioulesa but full Of grace,
With calm serenity Of soul AM face.
'Gnt-
through song, and ode and eyigram, and pun,
His mirthill spirit overrOTs n iun.
A wit a. keen as ars the winds that blow
From his own mounts when helmsted vita snow
" hrigft snd sparkling az the living rls
That Spring sends laughing from thousand his
Still other uamee demand tn plauslve strain
III do them usii.e, when come gain
81 ssher fsc-- mi~hf illustrate nv theme.
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