New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1857-03-12

With that all went-fer fa'se love hret,
And then her peace OF heart: -,
The bard world frowIed; her friencs grew co q;
She bid 10 tears apart
And new che lies upon her couch
Amid the oyirg light,
Nor wakes 10 Rear the little voice
Iha. means throughout the night.
We should not do Justice to Mr.. Stoddard ii We
not give some specimens Of his power to ira IS
,ure .ensuous msgnifcence into poetry which ap'
AIS almost as strongly to the eye as to the ear;
THE GARDEN OF NORMAN.
Before the doorway of the tent they saw
The palace park and garden, bright With Spring
A plned avenue Of stately palms
Slept in the Gun: q fountain rose and Tell,
Breaking the silver surface ct its base
Goldfish Ike sunker ingo's, lay in heaps
Beneath the fountain rain; beside its rim
Dipping his long bill in q lotus cup,
black crane stopped between the shen' pam'
A le1 gin of slken carpet was unroned;
A white eazelle dang led silver chsln,
Picking Il. way through tufts Of broide.ed ,wers.
Flowers Of all hues and odors stfeaked the ground
Roses, fre-ied; large tulips, cupe oil hame
Banks of snow lilies, turning dew 10 pearls;
Ard rolling rivers Of anemonies,
Tie flowers that NoDsn loved; their crimson Leaves
Were rubes get on stalks Of emerald.
Bro.d meadows stretched sfn, wherein, dim-sesn
Through vinAing haze, the still Euphrates lay.
The great Euphrstes Iesh from BABYLON
THE BANQUET OF ROBIN HOOD.
Netbipk. zee them, bh he and gay,
Eeastipg upon Summers day,
The tsbles grsan with hearty cheer
OF beef, 10 English men 90 dear,
Juicy, and rare; and venhon steaks;
Cold wsrden piee, and eugared cakes,
And pas,es filed with lark and quail,
FlaDked round with cans Of foaming ale.
And In the shadow Of a tree,
Whose bous BIS do make a canopy,
Upon his das sits Robin Hood,
The mel ~ mon arch OF the wood,
With sweet Maid Marian a. his side,
by viItue Of her grace and pride
The mifIess there, so debonslr,
With knots OF Wild flowers in her hair.
She twines bis cup; nor only she,
But near a many dsmsels be,
Slipping the cups Ct cl1uted cream,
While lifted gObets clash and gleam.
And clone beside the v me butt stands
FriaI John: his beads are 10 his hands,
But put not 10 their goOdly use;
His cowl il or bis gTdle loose;
To twist II tight he yainly tries:
He roll. 70 heaven his amorops eyes,
And charts a mass, which breaks ere long
Into jolly drinking song
THE FEAST IN THE HALL.
Afer the chase well feas: in the hall,
Under the 8ntleTs on the WAL;
The trumpet shsll wake lis golden sound,
And the butler bear the i,hes rount;
Ribs Of beef, SO crisp and brown,
Ard Jug Of Rbet ish TO wash It down;
Huts and pheasants, and venson steaks,
And boar with his ikin peelog of in fakes
And to crown the whole, peacock, dressed
With its starry plumes, and gilded crest
For Won and the maids, o store of spice;
Cloves, and the iced of Paradise;
Pots Of ginger fro O over the ,eas;
Honey combs from the English trees
Plume, dim seen through their NIFTY syeAks,
And dish.s of peaches with bloouy cheeks;
Pears thst smack OF the sunny South
And cherries Dc red as a msiden's mouth
Grapes In salvers, with spngs of vine.
And wine wine river Of wine:
Ripe and old and brave a1d bold,
In cups Of silver, and hAgOns Of gold:
Red from Bordeaux, white from the Rhine
Rumney, and Massey, and Maepine
Every vintage of famous wine
Of Mr. Stoddard's longer, Blu. perhaps no. his
ore ambitious productions, We think Tho Fisher
d Charon " is the ore which challenges the most
,quaEfed praise. The narrative is admirably sus-
med, the yersi6caton is finished with mastery
ill, though with no sacrifice of graceful ease, and
cla,sica beauty Of expression is combined with
nune and delicate tenderness of feeling. No one
n deny the author Of this piece well-earned po.
lien among true poets. We regret that We have
far exceeded our limits as to find no room for ex.
acts.
In Justice to ourselves, however, We must give
e example OF the manner, to which We have a.
ded, in which Mr. Stoddard seizes on the concep-
ms Of gftsd writers to form the staple Of bis OWE
rse. We do not complain Of such echoes Of
'ord,worth and Emerson, for the atmosphere is
o electric Lot to in.inuste its influence into ma
re 90 impre, slbe as that Of the writer, although
G do not think the poet has improved upon the
IGN ais.
To Nature do we turn. and minister,
Bcsuse We were Of Old part OF bar.
IL IL a recognition,
A memory, an appealing;
An interchange OF ynlon,
An interchange Of feeling;
iwofcld love- within the linked scope
acknowledging Memory, add forward king
Hope
The soul of man detects aud sympathizes
With its old shapes of matter long outwon;
And MISTER too, 10 new sensation born,
Detsc's the soul Of msn. with spiritual Surprises
Few understand their mutual dreams,
And few translate their fpeecbts,
Save poets yersed IL Na.nres themes,
Anc those whom nature teaches.
Tey s'are at US, and we a. them;
We dare net slight nor d1e contsrsa;
We sre the ripe ffui, on the stem.
Not lesf upon the tree,
Not a bird upon the bJugh,
Bot waves III little Hsg to me,
Ard sings within my spirit now
Spgs 10 iself in bowers apart,
Wi;tin the regions Of nv heart.
am vba' winds and waters make me:
w az the clouds ard thunders please;
Aad shat he chsngefal sess:
AZ ka.uie IL, 60 men mast take me
For i 20 Nsture'e seh belong,
AZ much as any bad or bee
Ard wien You do 70 her q vrony