New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1874-10-01
BOSTON.
LITERARY NOTES.

Do.rov Can't. OF. b. Aldrich IS TOO we'll
Known as a poet to need any in'ro. u0''0n w
s,ono lint All lovers Of dainty mnstresy VIII Do R'au
,o know that j. r. Osgood q 20. nave he'i' ,0"u.
o. rp,h n, Gold and other Poems-a compiete eui''on
q, such Of his Mr. Adrch cares 70 keep peioo
.n rnh,c confess Gun sorry to miss two or taree
.d tavorites ADA Adeen" for instance was 700 d.
lucrative and romantic name for our mouern 's'
but 1t did and could not spoil one OF the most
and passionate lovepoems Mr.. Adreh-who 10 seneiai
A. playful rather than passionate dehcate rather a
tntense-ever wrote Why was not pretty Msoe'' WIZ"
her Face against the Pane, allowed to look out from oe
tween the covers Of this volume; and why IL Roou'
honest Jennie Eagehat banishedf With these regrets
for the victims poets INCONSISTENCY let me say tn
the volume contains nearly everything that IL ought W
contain and almost nothing that 1t ought not IL Is
divided six parts" of Gold" Ffar jerome
Beautiful Book etc. :" "Iuterludes;" Baby Bell ana
Other Poems -" judith" and Sonnets"
The poems In "Coth Of Gold" are on oriental themes
Here is one which says is "a Song from the Persian
but think Mr.. Aldrich was the Persian who wrotei'
arst for the poet like the lover is native OF oil chimes
Ali sad arc they who know not love,
But, far from passions tears ,ir. ana sn'ies'
Drift down mo0nless sea, beyond
The silgery coasts OF fairy Isles
And sadder they whose longing lips
Kiss empty air. and never touch -,
The dear warm mouth OF those they love-
Waiting, wasting, suffering mucA
But clear as amber, fine musk,
Is life TO those who, pligrlm'wlse
Move hand i'll hand from dawn to DUSK
Each morning nearer Paradise
Oh not for them shall angels pray
They stand ~ everlasting nsst,
They walk iu Allah's smile by day,
And nestle in his heart by night.
This is scarcely beautiful than the brief lyrics OF
Tennyson.
"Tger Lilies" in the DIVISION is in a different
vein, but equally charming
like not lady-slppers.
Nor yet the sweei-pea blossoms,
Red, or white as snow;
/ rn ilsf ss saS SH Eastern hines nSe:.
Tie gorgeous tiger-liles,
That iu our garden grow!
For they are tall and slender;
Their mouths are dashed with carnine f;
And when the wind sweeps by them'
On their emerald stalks
They bend so proud and GRACEFUL
Tuey Clrcassian women,
Adown our garden walks
And when the rain is falling,
SIT beside the window
And watch them glow and gisten.
How they burn and glow
O for the burning lilies,
The tender Eastern lines
Tue gorgeous tiger-liiies,
That in our garden growl
~Frar Jeromes Beautiful Book" is the lovely legend
of pious monk who undertook TO save his own soil
tary SOUL found, last that he could save himself
only by saving his fellows; that when he worked for
himself he abored aone but when he worked for others
oil hosts Of Heaven on his side After the pious
monk follows the cold, lar, Lazy Casteinore' ~
whose feet all lovers waited in van thinking her heart
was hard because they knew not that au oeeh over
tender once. She seemed 10 them q iauy Vi "aro'e,
until death and turned her, indeed, to stone and
over her grave wept the returning o'er WIN na 'on0
Zoo late.
iney had calleu her eo4u oou hho"s'''' on0o'"o"'"
The Invisible hearts flowers grow ripe for bossOming!
And the LOOK cold II their stories could DC
told ~, -, -, .o xu -,
"0 We and Snring '
I,ur ,ldrcn cots his deserts the Temnerance hands
IN ,nr Win him. for sucb drinking song ss "Amon-
,wadon Too FASCINATING not 70 be dangerous Every
phon ,no roads il Will drink the poet's health in
.nextra hottie
to moon, like hos, IN Interudes ia n little love
sono entitled PLabras Cariloasn Read 1t and see
n he not almost airy and dainty enough for the days Of
Herrick and Waller
Good night Ihave 10 say good night
TO such host Of peerless things!
Good night INTO tnat fragile hand
nuaenly with It's weight OF rings:
GOOD night to fond, uplifted eyes,
Sood nish, r ~ ,6e nerfect nontb '
V U1 -, 49, ~ ~ s1raotness nastIed there
rho s,oIyv hand dotains me then
ny IuO SUI, suo" n nn.' y "a ri,ht arain
l" ""'0 W '"' WV" -" e
Rut there will come time, my love,
Whe1 IL y. reau o our h, s tais n alIch''
snalI mo- nSoi ~ M, ~" ~ ~ - ,,ah.,
Win ny auous. In men ~, 80 III. ni5"r
you misl = ~ 1871 'i,n % III ~ so ~
gu w o iTt 49, I,, S,,od vonrsaf In death
~ 80 so rnch a wear APO
What both these snowy hands! an, then