New-York tribune., 1875-11-01


Ana dream Is deed ana Art II Jas -ihodl
=. neysrmorc the Gall neglect, that sIaothers
lac haids dePcpGelt being, p! !ti, lttalhi
Forgotten hnr~ thr lips Of cttciS,
EXtinguishcd thoughts IN othcT sprits huFn' |
stlu hoari-d lives what seemed spent cnd wasod
And echoes cuirg iron. dark Oa empty Years;
Here briIns The golden cup. 10 more untas;S
But fame y dim Jhr0agh mists OF grd'etul @afs'
san bo, as Tire living spirit ,auchtme,
And sl must answer or the cheer yon 20 brought me:
saus because could no, choose but sing
From that wide air. whose e,roody s1enee swallows
SO many voices, even ~ mine seemed lost,
I hear yoU spcak and sudden glory foiOWs,
rs from falling toaruo oi Pen'o0st'
So h,ari and balct by you that standing nearest,
Il,..d love with iaifn IN far-SkilIDS lLun's
Ili"ld anew The Sasiest eiit and loaT,st.-
TIE happy song thaC cares ncJ toN itS iahe'
'The Home PastOra-' written in heXameters They
picture the scenery around the poets coantry h"n'
they iri at characters aud mariners OF the ycomanfy
who surround him there, and they reveal LIS own hatic
kindred with ttet and Vet allen from them. Here he
dwels Ia peace but coupan.ouei by memories recalling
many lands many scenes, yet cOntened in present
things, ana sUre ;hdfs
Better the nest tan the wandering wing, the loving pos
intimate eyeT-renewed, than the circle of shalower
changes.
Among the Ballads" one Of the best is "Johu Reed"
IT viii illustrate the peculiar qualities O, which have
spokeIthe literature aud Insight aud power Of draa
prcsentanon-beter than any comments or description
fmy own could do, and So will give it 10 you;
JOIN REED.
There s mist on tae meadow below; the hcrIins-'roGs
rs Ciii waen c sun Is down, and The sod s not yet
The Void is a lonely place it seems, and don't know
Why.
see as lean on TIE fence, how wcarily trn2ges Dan
with tEc f, of The spring in bi, boucs lSe weak ana
I've had il a many time, but We mast work when We
e,
Though TO the soasoas flon and nothing be left I'M
Is enduS al twelve lie clock and beginning again al
The frogs make scrrowfui noise, anlye it 3 the time
There soScth.ns comes with the Spring lghuess
There >,.e is; comes with the Spring, and it
It's the hanEcrg after lie that yea never have learned
IT,, tS jSrncnt with life that ia alwava thus end SO
Ii = wondering What We ate, anu where We are SoDs
togo.
My life is lucky enough fancy 10 most mems eyes
Fn? tie more family glOwu, DC Oitcntr some ono Dies
And III run on - long, il couldn't he otherwise.
Aud s.,t, Jane and myself, have learned to claim
she rules in tie bouse at WILL and in the barn and
&c. nj s1 upon thirty years if written and signed and
could Mt change If would I've lost the how aaG the
One d,s my time win be up and Jane be the mistress
For sngsc women are tough and live the single
she kept herself, she always the stronger
AMI ny Si showed well enough when looked around in
But Iin tired and sore At heart and don't quite under
stand.
Iwondcr how II had been ia taken what others need
The plague tGc' say OF a "ite Inc care Oi !OuhSe
II Edith Pieasanton now were with Edith Recdi
Suppose that a son we grown there in the place Of
Aud felt myself in him. az when my work began
should feel 10 Older sure, and certainly more man
daughter besides in the house; nay let there be two
We never can overdo The luck that can neverbe.
And what has come to the most might also have come TO
I'VE Thought, when neish5Or's wife or his child wns
That to have no loss was grin; but nowl hardly
He seems to poescss them s under rdgesOf clay
And share and share in lie is, somehow different
From prorty held by deed and the riches that oft take
Ifeel SO close in the brcsst! think it must he the
spriD&.
I'm drying up like brook when the woods have been
You're sIrc it must always run you used the sight
But il snfks till there's only left stony rut IN the
ground.
There's nothing do but take the days they and
And sot to worry with thoughts t.at nobody likes to
For people 50 seldom talk Of the things they want to
know
There's times when the way is plain, and everything
And the q. Of a sndden, you staud like man with a
bush seems often beast in tie dusk OF the falling
night
must move my joints stiff; the weather Is breed
And Dai, i. iuITying on with Lis ploaghteam up the
III 90 to the village store I'd rather not talk with Jane
The Old Pennsylvania Farmer IS equally admirable
Among the " Lyrics are some OF the most Charming
verses Mr. TAYLOR has ever written. nave only space
for one little melody the lovely symphony entitled
~summcr Night"
Waa il q distant hute
Tuat breatleG. and now Is mntei
Or that lost soul men cell ne nightingale
III bOSky cOyerts hidden
Filling with sudden passion al the vale =
And cali o. o. iiS Ler %ice s- name ,a unbiddcn
longing and dream,
For VIII ic the sFTinklca stars
Sparkle, aud wink, and geain
Darkness and nIrf'Iine cleaye the unknown bars
Betyrcn the onaInOrcd heart and thee.
And thou aud are i'te,
Less than name. melody, art thou'
The passiODcOyen
Spirit OF thy Beethoven
Claimed with less arlor than claim thee now,
Adelaidai
Take FORM OF last: ffUm these OerDendnG branches
Descend, or from the grass afiscl
Or know what blush the shadow stancbes;
But all ny beings empty urn shall be
PILED with thy mystery!
The last division OF the is Odes," In which
included Gettysburg ODE" shakespcare's Statue"
and the Goethe Ode" This volume Will certainly add
fresh leaf 10 Mr. Taylor's pOeteal laurel wreath.
One Of the attractive gift books of the season Ia
.Poetc Localities OF Cambridge" TO be published almost
Immediately by j. H. Osgood Co. tie edited by W. J.