Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1871-03-19
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LIFE AND DEATH; A Novel. BY You
Humble Servant. New York: Carleton.
publisher, Madison Square. Memphis:
Clesves, SmithWick 81 Hatcher, 2s3
Main street.
We have not baen able to more than
glance at this novel, which has been got
ten up In Carlst0n's best style, especially
the cover, (which it is green" and very
attractive. IL is wonderful what hand
some covers have accomplished for Garlic
toms publications. He is deeply indebt-
ed to the b~OOk-binder. We cannot tell to
what extent nths present instance, and
therefore suggest that our readers find
out for themselves by buying the book
and reading it.
FRENCH LOVE SONGS, and Other Poems.
selected and translated by Harry Cur
wen. New York: Carleton, Publisher,
Madison Square. Memphis: CIeaves,
Smithwick q Hatcher, 2s3 Main street.
Here is a companion for the 'Laus Ven
eris" of Swinburne, though not half 80
wild or passionate. Tt is a book
Of love songs, thoroughly French in the
forms OF expression and Heimagery, and,
therefore, likely prove novelty to English
readers. The editor says, in his intro
ducbiOn: 1.-THE q broad rule the writer
has -endeavOred to ObsY-a rule on which
be believes the success of all translatiOns
depends-has beer to make each piece.
before all else, a Saxon-English poem;
and feeling, from experience, that cOlIec-
lions like this generally suffer from their
sameness, the only order be has attempted
in the arrangement has been an order Of
variety" The collection embraces poems
from Baudelsire, Alfred de Musset, La.
MARITIME, Victor Hugo, Chenler, Gautier.
Berange, Fanny, Nadaud, Dupont. and
others: Fol his motto the translator has
chosen that very appropriate verse of
Heine's:
"It thou hast good eyes, and IOoksst
In my songs, when thou hast tried them
Thou wilt see a fair Young maioen
Wandering up and down inside them"
If blame or censure should fall upon the
translator for the occasional warmth and
passion of the poems, he eXclaims that
French poetry is nothing if not erotic,
and consoles himself over the thought
hat with the reverend and approved
translators Of CstullUs and Tibullus.
SsphO and AnacreOu, he is, at all events,
in good company. The publishers have
done their work beautifully. We select as
a bonnie bOuchs the Ursula" Of Nadaud, II
is as follows:
This morning, TO my chamber,
As lay there 81. eping,
Game q fairy, girlish sprite
Round the curtains peeping,
Hall hiding in the curtains,
Half gllmmerinR lhrO',-
I dreamt Of yOu, Ursula
Dreamt OF you.
She a your face, my darling,
And your full soft breast,
But there ssem'd somewhat Ia them
Yours nave ne'er sXprest;
Her manner more cOndding,
Her eyes more blue,
i drs8mt OF you, Ursula
Dreamt Of You.
Your mOdesty was blushing
At It's sweet alarms,
As you cOyIy clutch'd your robe
over ali VOuE CharmEs
But the robe was only tulle,
And looking thrO',
I dreamt Of you, Ursula
Drsamt ofyOu
Drawing gently TO my couch,
tn so near, SO near.
That your lips were Whispering
Secrets Ia my ear,
Needless then OF All the world
What could I do2-
/ dreamb Of you, Ursula
preamt Of you.
On, curse the clumsy servant
Hammering at the dOOrl
tn my fairy sprite was gone,
And my dream WaB ger
What can I do bat strive, dear,
To sleep anew,
And dream Of you, UrBUia2-
Dream of yOu2