New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1871-09-29

Hid under my thatch; and birds were driven
In clouds r the rocks SS ~, In Sa sSr ioS sS %rr
Sue stood like bronze bent over the river,
The proud eyes AID, the passion unspoken-
when the heavens brvIe IKE great dyke broken.
Then. ere fairly had time TO Siye her
A shOut of warning rushing OF vino
And tho rolling Of Clouds and desienias din
Md darkness that had been black 70 the blind
Come under the roof, come up from the river, -,
As s uR sSm ,sps "f the pines were a. weeds
The red-wOods rockd like TO Lakeside reeds
And the world seeul'd darken'd and drowndfor ever
But what an example of premeditated bathos, in
rash imitation Of the manner OF Don Juan 10 pre-
sented In the next lurid picture!
One time In the night as the black wind shifted
And a fash OF lightning stretchd over the strsanl
with her eyes wide Wild and her pale hps press'd,
And the blood from her brow and the rood to hez
When the food caught her hair as the nax in wheel
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Holding tight TO her hair folding fast to her heel
Now %Hd yoH a did Gs
Was seen as you see fearful scenes in a dream;
For what the devil could the lightning show
In night like that, should like " knowi
The upshot of the story is described with the
Keeling extravaganza which was meant to express
the frenzy of despair.
Let the world turn over, and over. and over,
And toss and tumble like a beast in pain,
Crack quake and tremble and turn 1tul over
Ss ~ it, acs the Rg cover
In world as full as a world can hold;
SO will get gold as erst have done,
Twin gather coffin top full Of gold
To take to the door OF Death to buy a.,
Content, when double my hands and DE
There is nothing that U.s. DO it beast or human,
LOse Of maiden or the lust Of man,
Curse Of man or the kiss Of woman,
For which care or for which can
Give a love for q love or hate for a hate,
A curse for curse or kiss for q kiss,
Since life has neither bane nor q bliss,
To one that ia cheek by jowl with fate;
For have lifted and reachd far over
To the tree Of promise, and have pluckd Of all
aoG down Ho DOWN SWgs to the 6eds Of clover,
Down with the kline in the pastures fine,
And give no thought, or care, or labor
For maid or man, good name or neiRhbor;
For have given, and what have +
Given all my youth, my years, and labor,
And love as warm as the world Is cold,
For beautiful, bright, and delusive lie
The next poem is devoted to the career of Walker
in Nicaragua, in whose expedition Mr.. Miller,
though little more than boy, took an active part,
having conceived insane admiration for the char
acter of the reckless flibuster.
He brick; let this be said
Above my brave dishonored dead
How much is fancy, and how much fact in the
sketch Of the hero may be an unsettled problem
at all events it shines with true barbarc splendor
A piercing eye. princely air,
A presence like chevalier,
Half angel and half Lucifer
Fair fingers tewell'd manifold
SOmbr6ro black. with plume OF SNOW
That swept his long silk locks below;
red serape with bars OF gold,
Needless falling fold on fold;
A sash of silk, where flashing swung
A sword as swift as serpent's tongue,
In sheath of silver chased in gold;
face OF blended pride and pain,
OF mingled pleading and disdaln,
With shades Of glory and Of grief;
And Spanish spurs with bells OF steel
That dash'd and dsngd at the heel
The famous fibuster chief
Stood by his tent mid tall brown trees
That top the fierce COrdilleras,
With Drawn arm arch'd above his brow -
stood still-he stands, picture, now
Long gazing down the sunset seas.
The description of the forest in Central America
is aliSewth pOetical images but winds up with the
anti-clmax which Mr. Joaquin Miller appears to
nistake for sfrenoth ~~SS.s