New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1863-04-04
NEW PUBLICATIONS.
THE KiNUs BELL By RIcuLHD HBsRf eTopp~D
limo, DID. 70. CsIlston

Al.
wishesn is here reheaisea in bnei poein' "Hion
for its high ethical aim and the reliecH's' Isain'
cant character Of its contents, may DO resaaeu aS
oDan;nu new, vein in the productions oil the au'
+hor while ia mellow sweetness OF versificanon
ona 10 ,,oo,tb Of dainty fancies betray the ia
,ohor hs,5 which during an interval OF compare
tive repose has lost nothing OF its accustomed
s,,oo and GINNING An ancient legend, as re-
,lVod by some recent historical writer, is made
tNe basis of the poem, but il is expanded into q
,,.r-o.iv. swarming with illustrations of the SOM
he, theme, and adorned with the beautiful graces
a, erpression which relieve and soften the pre-
xsiHp0 funeresl aspect Of the tale.
The monarch whose story kindles the magma
s0n of tie poet, upOn bis accession to the throne,
estrmands merry peal to be rung upon the bells
and at the same time prOclakns that every day oil
happiness should DO crowned with similar honors
He had every reason TO indulge in rose-coioicu
,nticipatons. lie was in the very heyo"! VI
Youth He was the possessor of heaps OF untoiu
wealth. The glory of Solomon could mol eoi.i-
pare with the splendor of his surroundings LIE
cabinet WINS composed Of wise men, Win Venefa'
A,a orav bsards. The cares Of State were lelt IN
their hands, while the king INDUCED In all man
nsr of delicious aud dear delights. But all IN
vain. No sounds of joy were yet heard from the
locund bell.
He loIled mon his couch with dreamy eyes
Watching he cared 10, wbat-tho summer tkies,
Tha nest OF swans the fountains rise and iali,
Or even the sunlight shifting on the wall
Percbanee he ordered music; az the WORD
His fancy hattered from its trance, was flrreu
Ard quickened with sweet souhus, Hon map -'
q, .ome rich voice that child the music Iaute.
Ten times day he stretched bis hand 10 rlDg
The tell. be felt 20 glad, bu, some sight thing
A buszing gnat.the wipd TOO eoit, or no'-
Deferred him til the impulse was forgot
aHave Won been happy T. something seemed to cay
At night: al zee yoa have not rung to-day
After sowing no small quantity of wild Oats the
hing determines to retrace his steps, and yielding
b the suggestions of the old foges in his cabinet
selected q bride who should assure him OF the
sober certainty of domestic bliss"
He sent lord who grew up by his side,
With long train Of knights, TO wed the bride.
Were to RANT them on their merry way,
Tho time should be the lover s season-hiay,
The sky On arch Of sapphire, set in light,
Birds ringing in the trees, the hedge, white
Then ! d describe tia pile wherein they wed,
The fretied arches stretching overhead,
tbs sapts and martyrs In the blsIoned panes,
Through which In a rich dusk the sunlight rains;
The organs burst, tbe choir the hymn, the prayer,
The mitred Abbot, and the noble Pair
Then over many river and wide PLAIN
Back 10 the court again should sweep the train,
With purple banners dancing IN the air,
And proud steeds trsmping 10 the tIEmpets blare,
And Ia the midst the LADY, riding slow,
Checking her enbling pAliTey white as snow.
Before shs Gees its cleaning towers appear
Above the belt Of wood that shut it In,
For the wind bears her snGtcbes VI the din
Thai welcomes her approach: noise Of bells
Blended with shouts aud music sinks and sweils,
Until the city bursts upon her sight,
Towers, temples, palaces, a-5laze with light:
The wall is hung with broidered cloths OF geld,
And she can see her name Oh every ioid;
"AeSKs AND FgLIx" glit;en everywhere.
White hands strew flowers upon her I'LL the air
That stirs her vail grows langud with their
sweets;
Triamphal arches span the spacious streets,
Alive with merry faces, and bright eyes,
And elappiog hands, and shouts that rend the skies
When she draws pear the palace from the crowd
A herald steps, and blows his trumpet loud,
Tarioe st the gates, winch on their hinges swing,
Parting like clouds till she beholds the king,
Who waiting her approach, in royal state,
Comss like the Sun through mornings golden
gate
pisnountng from her steed the trembling-bride
Gives him her hand, and slowly, aide by side,
They cross the palace-threshold, and the gate,
Still 70 the uumpets Chang, closes behind like
Fstel
He led Der straightway to the balcony,
A robed and crowned Queen for all 70 sss.
Long live tho QuoenP Long i've the happy
KingP
TIE bells, moment mute, began to ring
Louder than ever, whiriing rodnd and round,
Drunken delirious IN the storm of sound
That rocked the lofty belries 10 and fro;
And up and down the living sea below
Ran great wind Of shouts, and, wrapt in smoke,
Prom throgts OF grim black cannon thuDders broke
The streets were full Of shows, and all We're fee,
Hope dancing, juggling, mumming, rnlns,resy,
SoIaiers, ana niosc's meirlnleRt divine,
And, better still, the fountains flowed with wine
So passed tie day; at night the palace park
Was hupg with lamps, that lit the leafy dark,
And sboSers Of stars, from Kissing ckets shed,
hoeked with their rainbow fires the stars oer.
head.
Meanwhile the bells KEEP. ringing in their towers,
Hating with obilant tnroats the joyous hours;
But one was slIil-(it would have struck knell,
Had Felix touched the cord, 1.-THE happy belll
Life speedily travels on with the yearning
monarch, but no variety Of scene or pursuit can
AL forth the joyous clamor of the silent bell. The
hour for dropping the curtain approaches rapidly,
bot the wisbed-for boon 10 not found.
Sseb was tue bspless king in bis decay.
Forlorn and silent, till one summer day,
When, weary OF his cares, be stole apart,
And paced his chamber with an aching heart.
Gorgeous the royal chamber was, and vast,
Deeked with the lavish splendors Of the Past:
Lofty the walls win priceless pictures hung,
Painted by master bands when Ar was young:
Purple the heavy curtains, fold on fold,
Wnh broidered silver STIFF, and brede Of gold;
sheet Of flowers the carpet-such a. blow
Only IN Orient gardens, all a-glOw