Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1859-12-21
Agolio, And Other poems.n


Such is the designation of new volume Of
Poems by Mr.. PAUL II. HArNE, Of G, -,
who already ranks honorably amongst tho poets
of America. We have just read his present book
through and through with care stimulated by in
forest in the success Of the author. tits with sim
ccre qualification that We say, in arising from
the pleasant task, that We are satisfied with tho
progress towards full development here manifested
by the young Poet Laureate of South Carolina
"AvoLIo," the fret and longest poem in the
ter NJ Hppocrotes," which wild sketch no CHANGED
to republish for our readers entertainment only
few weeks ago. Mr.. HArxE has wrought web
Of poesy around that strange narrative in the style
Of true genius. If wo say that HuXTs prose
thrilled us more than HAYNES poetry, We would
not be understood Us undertaking the latter.
Prose, VIC respectfully submit, is far more pow
erful means of descriptive cloquence than poetry,
and, in tho hands of such master as LEIGH HUNT
Gun be made, rs in this instance, to subserve
purpose which few poets may successfully strive
to equal. But Mr.. HAryE has done himself greet
credit by his brilliant execution of this daring e1
plot in the field of letters. While HUNT has not
been riyalcd in the dcnouement Of his story, he
has been more than rivsled in other portions of
the sketch. Our poet has outshone him in the in
PRODUCTION, which is the richest descriptive passage
We have seen from his pen. His fancy of the un-
fortunate Actaon, who also felt DlANAs wrath,
and his Interpolation Of the Imprisoncd Naiad,"
are both quito in keeping with the subject Of the
poeul, and add decided beauty to its proportions.
The vcrsihcation throughout is exceedingly we'll
finished. Exception: Second line Of l2M Page,
in which the article u s not sufficient to the demand
of tho foot in which it occurs.) The language of
tho poem is simpler munaitiis in the main, with
occasional passages Of gorgeous elegance.
But we prefer Some other portions of thie little
work to "AroLIo." Tho Sonnets generally are
very sweet, few of them strikingly beautiful.
Among these The Rerelation of Death, suggested
by the last words of GOETHE, is not the least mos
torious. We herewith copy it:
Light! give me lght"-the expiring Poet cried,
Closing his languid eyelids on the day,
And with that solemn cry he passed away;
And haply Doubt was solved, aud Error died,
And glimmoring Trust was grandy glori6sd,
Even in the moment of his mghtieSt need;
And that Same light God plantcth as seed,
Outburst from darkness to bread noontide;
So that he saw RS, Brothers tUe ShaU sec
(Freed by the angel Death) tho chain sublime
Which binds dim Earth to clear Eternity,
Clean from the duskiest depths of doubtful Time;
And learnt, rs shalt learn, the wondrous plan
(Which justifes the ways of God to man."
The reader will not object to another exquisite
morceau from this department of the book:
SONNET.
Between the sunken Sun and the new Moon,
I stood in fields through which clear brook ran
With scarce percrptibe motion, not span
OF its smooth suriuce trembling to the tune
Of sunset breezes: O delicious boon,"
l cried, of que,!-wise is Natures plan,
Who, in her realm, as in tho soul Of lnan,
Altcrnates storm with calm, and the loud Noon
With dewy Evening soft and sacred lul
Happy the Heart that keeps its twilight hour,
And, in tho depths of heavenly peace reclinei,
Loves to commune with thoughts Of tender power,
Thoughts that asceud,-like Angels beautiful
A shining Jacobs ladder of the mind"
0fthe miscellaneous pieces in this charming col
lection We venture ~ name the following US our
lavortes: (I) The song, Fig, spifty Fly; (2) The
Tro Summers; (3) Tile Village Beauty; (4) The
Picture Of 4 Beoatyul DEATH (5) The Zee Of The
Bridal; (G) The VIII And The Wing. And one
uf these append, to give taste of Mr.. HAYNES
quality in this class Of verses. We feel sure that
many will applaud our selection:
THE VILLAGE BEAUTY.
The glowing tints of Tropic eve
Burn OH her radiant cheek,
Aud we know that her voice is rich and low,
Though VIC never have heard her speak -
So full are those gracious eyes Of light,
That tho blssful food runs o'cr,
And wherever her tranquil pathway tends
A glory hits on before!
O very grand are the city bellies,
Of u brilliant and stately micn,
AS they walk the stops Of the anguid dance,
And airt in the pauses between;
But beneath The boughs of the hoary oak,
Where the minstrel fountains play,
think that the artless village girl
Is sweeter by far than they.
O.! very grand are the city bellies,
But their hearts arc worn away
By the keen -edgcd world, and theirires have lost
The beauty and uirth OF Msy;
They move where tue sun and the starry dcws
Reign not they are naughty aud bold,
And they do not shrink from the cursed mart
Where Faith is the slave Of Gold.
But the starry dews and the genial sun
Have gladdoued her guieless youth,
And her brow il bright with the 6ubh Of hope,
Her soul with the seal Of truth
Her feet arc beautiful ou the hills
As the steps vi an Orient morn,
4 u a., r.