The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-05-18
Review.

Review.
publish the following of Swinburnes new "song of
Italy, from the Saturday Review high Tory organ It will be
that the Rvew is Swnburne account of
his Radcasm Swnburne thinks England is not the
greatest and advanced nation EARTH this of sefs
enough to insure his condemnation by the Reuao
Mr. Swinbune of the youngest and boldest of the
English Poets lie is condemned for his Radicasm Repub
canism and bodnes expression by party auded
the skies by his admirers greatest
the Poets of his day.
Danti Rosse his daughter young Catholic Poetess
the intimate friends of Swnburne Were he all that his
he is is doubtful whether the gentle and pure
souled daughter of Dan Roett would hold him in
eem Our opinion of Swinburne is that he writes for
coming tme Like Byron bounded by his own gene
ration and worhpped by the next he thinks ahead of his
day. and this cannot be tolerated
1.-THE Song Of Italy bears the sembance of pas
sonae devotion to the of freedom then is Just
the kind of feeling that expressed songs
Time of Revolution" Time of Order in his last
It's earnestness, such it is purely destructive
1t merely phase of that hatred of creed that refuse
and restrain which makes him invoke the dethroned divinity
of Paphos down and redeem from virtue" 1t is
angry of defiance against authority of every kind
whether in heaven earth which has nothing of the
genuine ring of patriotism and love of English liberty about
The present volume Is very appropriately inscribed @h all
dvoon and reverence to Joseph Mazzn the ayowed advocate
of dagger the father of Italy," prophet our
priest and though found for imprisoned eulogy
Orsn"t the slayer of splendid brow" who " lit blind
France with compulsory ray" from whom the fresh springs
and the that the earth Sat gave
brth"-here is word of praise for Cavour, whose
and far-seeng patriotism even his enemies
constrained to acknowledge Even Garibad only introduced
foil the far higher greatness of the chief blessed of
all living in whose honor and wind land and sea- and
all the Cities mountains Valleys and rivers of Italy
moned to unite their voices
Saying for thy loves sake our persisted grief
Saying s" for f thine hand and help when hope dead
s We sna4 fax ' th i cur nga a within ou ,bt
We bless thee o our light;
For W s1 nssss cleansing osr s5n days dehd
Nor is Mr. Swnburne with calling "the riesAess
Rome that shall be- he also calls the Italian Republic of tho
future Enqdoess lands" Euqlana
has passed among the ed nations" since she became monachy
Whether condition any better under the heparchy
does not appear but there hope for her in the future
Calls through the wind and light morning time;
Makes antphonal
In short Mr. swinbunes aspirations for the dawn of that
happy day. which he approaching, when the last priest
shah be swaloWedin the belly ofMe last king"
The Song Italy rings the changes from beginning to end
idea and only which repeated with marvellous
ecundy and richness of dcton but weasome iteration of
enthusiasm through sixty pages glory of Mazzn
and the Italian Revolution supplies only the keynote but
the whole substance of the song contains nothing else
patience of the ardent Mazznan hardly fail to be
hausted before he has got to the end of it, We feel as if
had been swallowing surfeit of raspberry JAM Moreover
here where there nothing whatever in the subject
suggest such treatment Mr. Swinbue cannot altogether
keep clear of his nveteate habit of glotng the
carna ana sensuous aspects or eehg Oh warm
hands live lips" the dear fairmbs," and flower
like breath and bosom of he refrain from his
favorite smile of such barn like bitter me At the
opening of the poem figures appear upon windy night
of stars kneelng the feet OF the other with covered
hair and face" caspng her knees The frst standing over
star and sum-" Freedom the second her feet is Italy
We the of the address OF Freedom to her
child which both in conception and expression the hap
pies portion of the poem though aordng coous illustration
of some characteristic FAULTS
Because the heavy thy head;
Because dead things dead
hillside city plain,
shed drops of rain
Because all black, all heaven Blind
And of mind
Because m wept, Freedom, knowing of thee,