New-York tribune., 1871-12-15
NEW PUBLICATIONS.
CnANNING's WANDERER.

After o long protracted siencc' Mr' Nh'i","s'
Who more than thirty years ago was anhouhceo On
eminent authority as the prophet OF a new poeuo
dispepsatiou, has again favored the puDhc WIN
fresh production of his peculiar genius Inc vol
ume consists chiefly of dcsultory imaginative mus
ings inspired by the observation OF Nature In various
New-England localities, and with but scant beauty
Of illustration or sweetness Of rhythm, appeals TO
the reflective faculty fully than to the poetic
sentiment II is divided into three cantos enttled
.Woodr" Mountain Sea-" and rehearses the eA-
perience of the poet in familiar communion WIN
their changing aspects and sugs'stions Inc hiSV
part opens with the description Of the WOOD IN "'
be loved to find path through the sou u"ouv
rrassn and listen to the music of the harp-snapeo
pines as they were touched by the "speecnieSs
windn In the following miniature picture we nave
foretaste Of the prevailing spirit OF the poem
How still and sparel
Silent and delicate the woodland spaces.
AZ the days last hour, in dead OF MInmi'
Was there no secret hidden deep in thee ..
o% s,snnr Hsss ssH Ge Se falling leaf
Alone thy monitor, or wandering s,Ssuh,rr Srea,H
Peanps , 20 our race as much as we fear thine.
conspicuous place in the sylvan scenery Is filled
Nv certain solitary reclusc, who in spite of taint
of "jaundice caught from the seducing past" dweit
"as near to natures heart most who BREATHE"
fnding dainty pleasure in the society OF the ut
mouse and muskrat who were his nearest nelgh-
bors striking portrature of this rare old humor'
lst gives us the following clear-cut lineanents:
Somewhat Of this and higher laws
Once brought q hermit to the lowly bank
OF thcse ponds that Siaze ,h our s nsiaS'
&A%at nature r ia TrSS9 Si psasnoy sas and thus w
Become well satiate with it. Partly for this
Because man kept other crusade high
hsSOa hSS 'Sn al tradRcn scsns sns IsS
With their distracting creatures, and anoat
Setting good part Of all things sane he knew.
Yet in his stupid moments he half loved
The generous Giver that o'erfowed his cup.
And his drO1ng talent cnanSe crs2 to
Sought m gay color for his sunset o V1C waiF vo,,
And his dreadful faith, that praised ,S seli'
In the cold season, this conformer dug
And built scanty lodge TO bar the cold;
For even hc much as lie loved Tradition,
Never could heat his limbs with ritual Bibles.
But struck up fire.
30 true to nature In his scanty cabin
All along the walls, nc hid the crevIce
Choce-colored blackberry vines and nodding sedGe
FantasticSly sceded or the plumes
The golden rod dries In the Fall; and tops
OF lespedczs. brown the Spanish name;
Se Ssissa Compliant pHssss S%e" Of O
This hermit blest made piage. Here he sat,
The most contented hermit the earth,
Full Of glad sounds, and full Of pleasant thaughts
Delighted with the village and the pond,
AMI with himself. the darling Of the whole
Leaving the forest for the ocean, we follow the
Cod finding "reminiscences of Venice in the antique
"town of the Province" "lovcly, sheltered in the
wave" its spires loom bright in tho air, and the
playful mirage draws the smiling pa ageant through
the haze"
lever wandered IN upon tls earth.
6weeter at sunset than the little vale
Crossing above the lighthouse where IS seen
No trace OF human dwelling, nor track
scooPed by the t"soms wagon 9on n those sands
Caught from the beach The hrOadleayed golden-rod;
Te pe@mcd MavowdT With tbe long beschsras
And copses blushlDg all Of bright wild rose
Enhance the scene and the soft sparrows Dote
Comes from the ground, so well Savanna named,
A. II her song In that pure element,
Best in seclusion. welied up from the herb.
One with the peaceful crickets twilight strains.
Yet ever haunts the ear q hush Of sounds,
Making the silence sweetcr; aud how soon
or your adventurous foot demand,
And standing on the verge, you sec beneath
The sparkling lines VI ever-rOiDg surf,
One the patient sand crashing their canno" -
The clstening SPRAYS torn off breakr ~aves.
Bright lights and changefu greens, and f0atnx wrack,
Ana tina, swe" s"r GIs1s as e ensse 4n se aSap
A. II The pulses OF the earth were stiled
nyS" Ts PSTs1 %s tSs Of .S S%sa t s or to speak,
Mos like tho mountains voice when evening greets
49, You. silent on his cliffs.
Tho poem ahounds with similar apt and faithful
deincations Of local features, which will bo recog
biyed Il, once and enjoyed by readers familiar with
thosccnes. although their simplicity and occasional
olscuiiy may impair the impression on the critical
and unsyInrathizug stranger We must make room
for the effective description Of the true scholar
which oocuIs toward the close of the Volume.
rnc glitter ns hat q power o,~tructs the mass
Mass may frequent THINK 81 iew thty >t!ud,
Who. h"nt IN higher ventures. tread tlp"s shoIe.
Around ~ wca,es a a! thYng,t @ -. ,,',,iy d,m'y tte
Wen the mid lla met pearls our watcry clouds,
Aud scarce reveals the light herself ia; made.