New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1864-03-26
WEIR AMERIKAEISCHE GEDICHTE, UFpzprrsr 70
TuTopoR RBEE. Four AMERICAN Poems, tRAssLArE
INTO GyRxAS BIT CARLss THzopoRs EBES. Ism
On. 81 Frederick Leypoldt-

ia no disgrace TO the present translator that no has
failed In an experiment that could scarcely have
been successful in any hands. The manner in
which he has rendered some of tho most character
istic passages 10 sufficiently curious, but will fur
nish the German reader with no idea Of the spirit
and ring of the original. For instance
Tell this soul with sorrow laden
IT, within the distant Aidenn,
II shall clasp q santed maiden
Whom the angels namo LeEore,
Clasp rare and radiant maiden
Whom the angels name Lenorc.'
Quoth tic Raven. "kcyermore'
lie translated as follows:
"Knnde mir OBJ ich Lenoren
Die hienieden ich vcrloren,
Weder find an Edcns Thoren
Sic die thrODt i'm Himmel HEIR
Jene Sci re, die Lenoren
Eennt der Engcl heiliS Hecr.'
Sprache der Rabe. " Eimmermehr.'
Literally: "Tcll me, whether shall again find
At tho gates Of Eden, Lcnorc whom have lost here
below; her who is high enthroned In Heaven, the
blessed one, whom the angels holy host namo Le-
nore spake the Raven, 'Eevermore, (which, we
submit, may be German, but is doubtful poetry and
certainly not Poe.
Again
"IIear the sledges with the bells
What world Of me, riment their melody treiens'
How they tinkle. tinklc, tinkle.
In the icy air OF night
While tho stars that oversprinkle
Al the heavens. seem TO twinkle
With ystalline delight;
Keeping time, time. time,
In a sort II Runic rhyme.
10 the NATURALIZATION that W unsteady wclb
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, belle bells
From the jingling and the tinklng Of the bells
"H6rt die Schntteng lBckchen hell
Siitefheli
Wech unendlich frobe Lust vcrkundet ihI Gesaheil
Vic sic limneln, bimmeln, bimmeln,
In der eisig ksten Escbti
WKhrcnd an den fernen IIimmeln
Auf mud alb die sterne wimmeln
FaRkelnd in krystsllner Praehti
Schwrrend sacht sacht saclt-
Bel dem Zaubertait der Nacht
IN dem musk alisch ssscn freudebringenden Gesche
Das - hell he'll, he'll. he'll
Hell. hell. he'll
IN dem wimmelu und dsm Bnme silberhen.'
Literally: "Hear the slegh-bells clear, silver
clear, what infinite glad Joy their sound announces
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinklc, in tho icy cold
night While In tho distant heavens the stars
twinkle up and down, sparkling in crystalline
pomp, whirrng soft, soft, soft, in tho nights magic
measure, to the unsteady sweet, joy-brnging
sound, which 90 clear clear, clear, clear, clear,
clear, clear to the twinkling and the tinkling sill
yer clear
We have by no means strenuous faith that II
would DO easy TO give better version than III,
above, but such unique production the origina
enoufd rcurxiu uuvvutnvi W rrt fUrtn
in travesty OF carcaturc. The translation OF Mr.
Lowell's Rose" which closes the collection il
more successful.
TIE CHRONICLES OF GARDEN lrs Psrs LSD III
rLEIsuRzs ny the late Mis- HENRIETTA WILSON
limo. PIP. l7e Kobcr Carter Bro;her,.
The authoress Of this delightful volume was O
peice Of the celebrated Professor Wilson tChristO-
pher North and for several years resided under the
same roof with him In the house Of her grandmother
in Edinburgh. She subsequently, found homo
with another uncle, whose house was In q
pleasant suburb Of the city, and whose garden was
tho center Of every variety Of rural charm. She
shared with her kind-hearted relative his attach
mont 10 plants and animals, together with great
admiration of Worhworth, and such other poets
a. wrotr from q genuine sympathy with nature.
The present little volume contains the record Of her
experience In the care Of the garden, and combines
the interest Of an agreeable narrative with great
beauty and simplicity Of expression.