New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1860-04-07

urtr while furnishes source OF triumph TO those
who make her racy originality an occasion of dis
What earthly or heavenly motive can
be found for clothing in the semblsnce Of verse such
dresry pcsaic platitu5es as the following which need
only 10 be sbon of capital letters to lose every trace OF
poeticsl construction
The thinkers stood aside to let the nation act some
hated the new-constituted fact Of empire, as prde
treading on their pride. Some qualed lest w9se was
poisonous in the past should graft itself IN th
bough on this green now. Some cursed, because ~
last the open heavens to which they had looked IN van
Cor msnya golden fall Of marvellous rain were closed
In brass and some wept because gone thing could
not come, and some were silent, oouotns AL tnnes
for that popular conviction-evermore Emperor.
Or these:
He will not swsgger nor boast of his countrys needs,
In tone missutng great man most fsuch should speak
Of his own; will he act her side, from motives
baser, indeed, than man Of noble pride can avow
Tor himself at need never for lucre or aures or Gus
om though such should be rife adapting the smaller
morals to measure the larger life. He, though the
merchants persuade, and the soldiers are eager for
rfe finds not his country in quarres only TO find her
trade-while still he accords her such honor never
finch for her cake where put service upon her,
found heavy to undertake and scarcely like TO be paid
believing nation may act unsel6shly-shiver a lance
lea the least Of her may, In faet and not for
csuse Of finance.
The following is certainly in higher strain, with
louch Of the authors accustomed vigor:
But Italy, my Italy,
Can il laet, this gleamf
Can she live and be strong,
Or is il another dream
Like the rect we have dreamed so long
And shall ii, must 1t be,
That after the battle-cloud has broken
She will die OFT again
Like the rain,
Or like poets song
Sung OF her, sad at the end
Because her name is Italy
Die and count no friend7
1t is true-may it be spoken,
That che who has lain 30 still,
With wound ia her breast,
And fOwe in her hand,
And a gTave-tone under her head,
While every laton at will
Beside Der has dared to stand
And fout her with pity aud scorn,
Saying "Shs ia at rest,
She il fair, she Is dead
And leaving room In her stead
To Us who are later born,
This is certainly best /"
Saying, "Alas, she is fair
Very fair, but dead,
And go we have room for the race
Can ii be true, be true,
That she lives anew 7
That abe rises up at the shout of her cons,
AT the trumpet OF France,
And lives anew lis 1t true
That she has not moved In q trance,
As In Forty.eightl
When hsr eyes were troubled with blood
Till che knew not friend from foe,
Til her hand was caught in a strait
OF her ceremebt and bafied so
From doing the deed she would;
And her weak foot stumbled ACROSS
TIE grave Of king,
And DOWN abe dropt at heavy loss,
And we gloomily covered her face and said,
We have dreamed the thing;
She is not alive, but dead"
The IebuLe which Mrs. Browning has felt herself
called upon to administer to this country loses much of
u ethical effect from the strange conceiss, both Of
thought and expression, with which 30 many Of its
stsDzss are disfsuIed.
CURSE FOR A NATION.
PROLOGUE.
Ihesrd an angel speak last night,
And be said write
Write Nations cure for me,
And send it over the Western Sea-"
faltered, taking up the word:
" Not go, my lord!
II curses must be, choose another
To send thy cure against my brother.
" For am bound by gratitude,
BY love ana blood,
To brothers of mine across the sea,
Who stretch out kindly hands to me-"
Therefore" the voice said, "shslt thou write
My curse TO night
~ -
AS lightning Is from the tops Of Heaven"
Not So" srsWered "Evermore
Ny heart is sore
For my own lano's sins: for little feet
OF children blee ding along the street;
Foi psrksd.up honors tn 1t gsinssy
The rgtt OF way:
For almsgis ing through a door that is
Not open enough for two friends to kiss;
"For love of freedom which abates
Beg ond tie Straits
For patriot virtue starved 10 vice on
Sefprase, self-.nterest, and suspicion:
"For an oligarcbic Parliament,
And bribes well meant.
What curse to another land assign,
When heavy-sOuled for the sins Of mine
"Therefcre /" the voice said, "shalt thou write
BY curse tonight.
Becsuse thou hast strength to zee and hate
foul thing done pithtn thy gate"
"Not so,p answered once again.
"To curse, choose men.
For I, q woman, have only known
How the heart mets aud the tears run down."
Therefore" the voice said, "shalt thou write
Ny curse tonight.
Some women weep and curse, say,
land no one marvels) night and day.
And thou shalt take their part tonight,
Weep and write.
A cure from the depths of womanhood
Ia very salt, and bitter, and good"
So thus wrote and mourned indeed,
What all may read.
And thus, as was eDjoined on me,
send it over the Western Sea-
THE CURSE.
Because ye have broken your own chain
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