New-York tribune., 1873-09-08

Drawing them heart 70 heart. One blind, mad moment
With their fate they strove but Of the pang Of the
Thro1Sh such costly triumph wins waste and
yctors they came, and Love retrieved the error Of
so forsknowng the years, and sharply discerning the
Guessing the riddle of life, and accepting the cruel
Side by side they sat- far as the stars are asunder
Carked the cricket more but while the audible silence
shrled their ears she. suddenly rising and dragging
out Of her clingng hair laughed mockingly, casting
Perish the thorns and spendor.-the bloom and the
sweetness are persisted.
Dreary, respectable calm. polite despair, and ones
Duty
These and the world for deau emu Oh tneSo
modern TOmances!
Better than yonder rhymoi Pleasant dreams anu
good night Cousin Clement
So ends the modern romance since, luckily "all for
love and the world we'll LOST is not the fashion Of our
commercial time. When Venus marres Vulcan nova
days. she wears her good gowns bravey, and never
turns aside 70 look at Adonis and he who is safey
mated to plenty-bringing Ceres has eyes for any
sweet Psyche Of them all.
Ihaye left myself small space in which TO do JUS
tice TO the graceful lyrics of Mr.. Howells- Some OF
them hay We the mockng melancholy of Hene, without
the bizarre element which often mars the farest con-
ceis Of the German singer. Here, for instance, Is
RAPTURE.
FoignDg that my love is dead,
Playing at a game OF sadness,
Singing hope forever lied
Trailing the slow robes OF mourning,
Grieving with the players art,
With the languid palms OF sorrow
Folded on a dancing heart
must mix my love with death-dust.
Lest the draught should make me mad;
] must make believe at sorrow
Lest perish, over-glad
Or will YOU pluck this little "Thornf
Every Rose you sang has ITS Thorn,
But this has none. know"
She clasped my rivals Rose
over her breast OF shoW
Ibowed to hide my pain,
With a mans unskillfu art;
moved my lips, and could not say
The Thorn was III my heart!
Or, this again-One of little series, for which Heine
furnished motto:
One sails away to sea,
One stands the shore and cries;
The ship that goes down the world ana inc Ight
On the sulen water dies.
The whispering shell is mute
And after is evil cheer:
She shall stand on the shore ana cry IN vain,
Many and many year
But the stately wide-winged ship
Lies wrecked on the unknown deepi
Far under, dead in his coral bed,
The lover lies asleep
What sweet melancholy, fantastic and imaginative
however rather than desparng peryades the following
THE sSow-BIRDs.
The lonesome graveyard leth'
or nishtlong snow, ali white, and billowed
over the hidden graves.
The snow-birds come in the morning,
FOcking and huttering low,
And light on the graveyard bramblesJ
And twtter there in the snow.
The Singer, old and weary,
Looks out from his narrow room:
"Ah, me but my thoughts are snOW-Dlrds,
Haunting graveyard gloom,
"where all the Past is buried
And dead, these many years,
Under the drifted whiteness
OF frozen falls OF tears
"Poor birds! that know not Summer,
Nor sun, flowers fair
Only the graveyard brambles.
And graves, aud Winter alr!"
Very different from this poetcal regret pass
things in general is the deep and heartfelt sorrow that
finds expression in the Eegy on John Butler Howells
the brother Of the poet 1t is too long for quotng but
in all poetry of there few things Ovelier
or more sincere. had marked for quotation countless
little felicies of expression but must pass them
nearly all by. Note Alone or two, ..howeYer, from
Bopeep: A Pastoral"
Z" And in the blossoms over her the bee
Hangs charmed of his sOrdid industry
For love of her the light wind Will not pass"
"sometmes the saucy leaves would kiss her cheeks,
To die beneath her feet the wood-fiower seeks,
The quvering aspen feels fine dismay,
And many q scented blossom on the spray
In odorous sIghs its passionate longing speaks"
Here is dainty conceit from "Sweet Clover"
"I,hear the music that was played
The songs that silence knOrS by heart"
and what could be more exquisite than the following
stanza In Earliest Spring.
NAY TO earths life in mine prescenee or dream,
desire,
(Iiow shall | name 1t Alright comes for moment and
Rapture of life inerable perfect-as if in the brier,
Leaess there by my door, tremDled q sense OF the
rose"
Here must leave the volume that have quoted
enough the coolest reader Of the delight that
is in store for him he shall read the book for him
self. L. c. M