New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1872-03-05


or FAIR primeva states,
His subjects roamed, all Tree to choose
Their savage loves and hates
Several Of the poems have been suggested by the
experiences of foreign travel, and reproduce III
faithful colors the scenes which now so familiar
TO American tourists Under the head of "Clty
Poems we have Nothing to Wear" and other
welLkpovn productions OF the writer, which incul-
cate grave lessons under the masQue of humor'
Nj Buffers facility of versifcaton Is exhibited 10
advantage in his TRANSACTIONS from INLAND, which
present in a graceful and pleasing form some OF the
Soyorite iehu,ions Of the sweet German poet Inc
original portraiturc of Inland is so good that we
must regale cur readers with few Of It's stanzas'
It's the roct INLAND from whose wreathings
In love tones and less neiodious brcathings
simple strains where uuth ana PASSION meet
his Is the poetry Of sweet expression.
Where gcnte thoughts words. in soft procession
Move to the even measures OI Ills song
Deghting ever in his own calm fancies, o,.
I0okuc at Nature with familiar glances,
And Weaving garlands in the groves OF Thought.
lie slnss Of Youth, and Hope, and high EndeavoI'
IL Of Lave, 10 crown OF IocsN
C.t FATE. and sorrow, aud the Grave, forever
The end Of strife, Tie goal OF Destiny
He sings of Fathcrland the MINISTRIES glory,
High theme of memory aud hope divine,
Twinng is fame with gems OF antique story
H. Suabian songs and legends OF the Rhine;
ballads
HourisLed in long belief oc minstrel rhymes
Fruit Of the Old Romance, whose gentle mission
Passed from the earth before our wiser times.
1.-THE Landlady'S Daughter one of the most cele-
brated specimens of simple pathos in German poetry
Is thus rendered.
There rode through the country three gaants so fine
They came 10 the Laudlady, hard by the Rhlne'
"Iandady hast thou good ale and good winei
And how is that beautiful daughter OF thne%
any ale and my wine are fresh and clear,
But my dear little daughter lies dead on her Dler'
And when they we're come TO the chamber Within
AL cold in her coffin, the maiden was SEEN
The first from her face the death-veil he took.
And looked at her long with a sorrowful look;
go. would thou vert living. vert living" he said,
"Heueeforth had loved thee, thou beautiful maid"
But the second, he covers the face once more,
Then turns from the sight and weepeth sore;
1" An! cold rs thou lest there thy bier,
have loved thee, fair maiden, for many year
But quickly the third, he raises the VEIL
And kisses her mouth so pale, so pale;
81 always have loved thee, love thee to-day,
And swear will love thee for ever and aver
For the most part Mr. Butler leaves the impress
sion of rugged strength and keenness of intellect
blended with certain satiTical humOr rather than OF
payfulness of fancy or high reach of imagination
His sentiment is always of healthy cast; more TO-
bust than delicate; he is affected and never
dull; and often clothes energetic thought in express
rive language.
The second volume on our list is now issue Of o
previous work which has already been noticed in
our columns and been received with marked favor
by a large circle of readers at home and ABROAD Mr.
PIatt's new collection is of very miscellaneous
character opening with series of poems illustrating
the progress of culture and refinement in the West
which are followed by several pieces of dainty vers
fcaton. but more remarkable for their vague sweet
fbou forc fnOuQlt
yertng emotion into melOdOus verse that is too in
eenous and airy not TO say fantastic, for the deep
est feeling The following is specimen, graceful
IL movement and expression but not flowing from
Thoughts that lie too deep for tears"
Welcome, sweet Wind you bring
A soul OF Spring
From some Tar, fragrant rose
That blows
In some dear, coming May or hafforgotten Spring
Welcome sweet Dream; you bear
From some far isle of love-
Flying with gentle bough from some far, lovener
air.
What though the sweet Wind knows
A VANISHED rose
Ny dream the Past, alone,
Has knOwni-
Bloom from thy heart, sweet dream climb from my
dream sweet rose
Another in the same kind presents q succession of
tender images, but which leave no profound impress
zion.
LONG AGO.
Though for the soul a lovely Heaven awaits.
Through years Of woe,
Tla Paradise with angels in its gates
H. Long Ago.
The hearts lost Homei All, thither wingeth ever
In silence, show
Vanishing faces but they vanish never
Ia Long Ago!
We toird through desert sands TO reach Tomorrow,
With footsteps SLOW,
Poor Yesterday l-Immortal gloams ye borrow
In Long Ago.
ue world Is dark: backward our thoughts are
yeaTBng.
NT O'efnOW:
Sweet Memories, angels TO our tears returning,
Lea We LODg Ago.
We climb : ehld.rOses TO our knees are climbing,
Prom yliIeys low;
TO call us ba 4, dear birds and brooks rbymiDg
ID Long Az.
Hands claspd, fears shed, sad songs Sangi-
Beloved ones lON
bb'Is yonder througLathe angeLgates OF air,
jh Long Ago!
Aprle-Oathering," with its rafting Dance pre-
sVr's natural picture Of autumnal Countrywide
AAe CnDldden Guest repeats an ancient expert. |