New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1873-03-30

it's beauties, and intuitive perception of It's
meanings and lessons pervade these poems.
Hear her sing, as she walks out on q
March morning:
All the early roses know me,
Forth they stretch their tender paIn1.
Unjust read their happy fortunes.
And receive their fragrant aims
Again, she hears the wild bird singing TO
the King the very song she had prepared
for Him:
Wild bird, the soDg wac truly sung,
With tender pauses in each line,
And though twas trilled by thy sweet tongue.
The King knew that the thoughts were NINE
Behold what the poetic faculty makes
out Of one Of the common months OF the
year:
Gods chosen month of al the t~e.vs.
The wise, the good. the sober,
Who neeg was born to dig or det'es
The Joseph-like October.
Down in the quiet Wales I hear
This glorious newcomer.
Interpreting unto the year
The dreams Of spring and s1niner
And in the busy fields I see
His golden chariot gliding;
And hear the sheayes cry, Bow the iAee''
Where'er the Prince Gomez riding
Or study this picture from the charming
poem of midsummer"
Drunken with wine aud flushed Rith a6a:
Under the arbor, with the vines
Tickling his bare and equity feet,
Summer in stupid sleep Cecllnes
AAd Autumn now is on the way
To claim his rich inheritance,
On the fair hills he stands to-day,
Sweeping the fields with hs keen glance
Until the grain gro us ripper still,
So let the longir < reaper stand.
I'm patiently with p~rscticed skill
Shifting his scythe from hand to hand
This is as fine as anything in The
Closing Scene" of Buchanan Read, which
the Edinburg Rertep points out as the best
single production of the American muse.
The stanzas entitled "ldealiZing" are
exauisitely beautiful. They were suggested
by a little poem of Swinburne, but far ex-
oeed it in the tender and imaginative eIe-
ments. 1t is too long to quote, and a single
verse would be a mutilatiOn. "A NAV
Poem - is as rich in delicate fancies as' if it
had been composed in a bower of roses,
Just after reading the Midsummer Nights
Dream" 'The Last Milestones is exceed
ingly sweet and tender. "Cornstalks,"
which invests the cOmmOnest object in ma
ture with all the glory and charm of q gen
uine human interest, ought to be q fav0rite
with the admirers of the Lake school of
/ oetrv.
It is needless TO particularize further.
TodIl hlNcT5 Is d truo anu charming poet
a genuine high priest at the temple of ma
ture, possessing the key to that "open Sc
cret," as Goethe calls it, which all are per-
petually gazing at, and which so few can
read. We do not say that she is a very
great poet or a faultless one. We might
point out immaturities and inaccuracies,
faulty rhythm, feeble lines, etc. The same
might be done with half the great poets in
the world. The highest poetic faculty fire.
quently c~oexists with want of culture and
polish. We despise that pedagogic crit
cism which exposes 3 faulty rhyme ID q new
poet, and fails to see and appreciate the
spirit which is in him.
Pearl Rivers has done we'll She stands
by this volume ahead of any other South
ern poet; aud no female writer IN America,
Mrs. ~Sigourney to the Carey sisters,
has evinced more poetic genius than shines
this little volume. But she can
do, and will do, still better. This achieve
ment is at the same time a promise and a
prophecy.
From the graceful preface, beginning
God gave a little harp to me.
TO the majestic poem "The Flight of a
Prophet" which closes the book, there is
to offend the most fastidious taste.
ALI is purity, sweetness, simplicity. deli
the perfect reflex of q pure, gentle
and lovable soul. w. Il. Fl.