New-York tribune., 1876-12-21
NEW PUBLICATIONS.
rrNNYsnNs NEW POEM.

tration of his gift Of dramatic composition Ii
it shows few of the dainty refnements OF IAN
guage and melody which give so seductive d
charm to tho poetry of the author, IL anoI,s s's
nal proof Of his capacity for condensed thonsn''
we;ehty statement vigorous description, ana tne
fS;no nrocess which blends the discordant elements
81 cyoyyded life into q dramatic whole. The scene
of the poeIp is chiefly laid in England during she
,eriod between the death of Edward the COniesSor
and the hattie Of Hastings at which Harold saerl-
feed his crown and his fte, and the Anglo
Saxon line gave place on the Engllsh throhe
70 the Norman Cmqueror pathetic love
story is interwoyen with the details OK
political intrigue and the conflict OF arms
casting tender light over the lurld scenery
of the drama and recalling the soft enchanneht ol
Tennysou's earlier lays, though clothed IN the
",centcrcd nall of Tragedy" At the opening of the
drama a comet is seen through the window OF thS
royaI palace throwing oninous conjecture" on tho
fnture of the State and shifting the hearts OF the
courtiers with sudden dread. The aged KING Is on
his teath-bed and he too is troubled with the
visions of the hour.
Ia heaven signsi
Signs upon earth signs everywhere your Priests
Gross worldly smOniacal, unlearnd! -.
They sesrec can their Psaltsr and your churches
God speaks thro' ADLER VOICES, as ie dwells
In statelier shriDea- | say not this, as beng
Half NOrman-bloOded, nor as some nave heid'
But drcaaing Gods revenge upon this realm
For narrOwness and GOODNESS: and say u
For tbr last time pefchanoe, before 90
To fnd the sweet refresbment Of the Saints.
have have bnded the great church Of Holy Peteri
have wrought miraeIes-to God the glory
And miracles Will IN nv name be wrought
Hereafter.-I have fought the fight aud go
I see the flashing Of the gates OF pearl
And il is well with me- tho some OF You
Woe, Voc, woe 70 England! / have had . vision;
The ssepeFs in the cave at Ephesus
Have turnd from tight 10 ieft
But he gives his parting benedietion to Harold,
declaring that for his twelve years of service" he
is the loved of England and the man to rule her.
Harold in lis turn, beseeches boon from the king.
and begs that he may be allowed a holiday in for
eign lands, to "hunt and hawk beyond the seas"
The king is unwilling to grant the request and ell
treats him not to go to Normandy
HAROLD.
Aud wherefore not my King Ito to SGrTanqyf FSdrs
For my dead fathers los atty TO theei
pray thee, let Inc hence aud bring him home'
EDWARD
Not thee, my son; some olEer od11 messenger
And why not me, my lord, to Normandyi
Is not the Norman Count thy friend and minei
pray thee, do not so 70 Normandy.
HAROLD.
Because my father drove the NOrmaHs out
OF England ., That was many Summer Li .,, gone
Forgotten and forgiven by them and thee'
Harold I win not yield thee leave to go.
Why then to Flanders. iiipiSi viii hawk and hunt
In Flanders.
Be there not not fair woods esls 9I,i,f. and fields
And nd GancwSfd. rii ward Tosiig, / am faint again.
Son Harold, viii Ia and pray for thee.
An interview with Edith, his betrOthed, previous
TO bis expected departure, Betrays the wild fears
that disturbed the atmosphere.
IN THE GARDEN. THE KINGS HOUSE NEAR
EDITH
Mad for thy mate passionate nightingale. :.
love tloe for it-ay, but stay moment
lie can but stay a moment !; he Is going
fain would hear hm cOmin- near me
someThere-To draw him nearer with a charm
Like thine 10 thine.
Love is come with a song and emile,
Welcome Love with a snile and a song:
Why cannot he stay They can him away;
Ye do hnn wrong, We do him wrong;
Enter HAROLD
HAROLD.
The niehtingales at Haveriug gn-the-bOwer
Sang out their loves loud, that Edwards prayers
Were t TO- and ne 1ds aPS il
Thou art my music! Would lher wings were mine
To follow t6ee to Flanders! Must thou got
Not must. bat win 1t is but Tor one moon.
Leaving so many foes in Edwards hall
TO league against tiny veal. The Lady Aldwyth
was here to-day, and when she tOuch'd on thee,
She stammerd in her hate; am sure she fates thee,
Pants for thy blood.
fear no woman.
Hate not one who felt
Some pity for thy hater am sure
Her morning wanted sunlight, she 80 praised
Bryond the passion Nay-she held with Edward,
AT least methOught she held with holy Edward
Tnat marriage was half sim
HAROLD
lesson worth
Finger and thumb-thus (saaps has Et9ys). And my
70 IT.
See here~an interwoyen II and E
Take thou this ring will den and his Waru
From Edward when come again Ay, Wouid she
She 70 shut up my blossom il the daTkl
Thou art my nun, thy cl0ister in mine arms.
EDITH taking the r1Itg)
Yea. but Earl rOstg-
That's q truer fearl
For II the North take fire. should be back;
shall be, soon enough.
Ay, but last night
An evil dream that ever came and went
HAROLD.
A cnat that Yext thy pillow! Had been by
would have spoPd his horn. My girl, what was ltt
EDITH
For methoughti 1t was our marriage-morn,
And while we stood together, dead man
Rose from behind the altar, tore away
NY marriage ring, and rent my bridal vail;
AMI then turn'd, and saw the church ali hlPd
The sU dead Sii mem made at thee to murder thee,
But thou dIdst back thyself against pillar
Aud strike among them with thy battle-ax-
There what a dreaml
Wen. well-a dream-nO morei
Did not Heaven speak to iu dreams of oldi
Av-weIl-ot old. Itell thee what, my child;
Thou hast misread this merry dream of thine,
taken the rifted pillars OF the wood
Fur smooth stone columns OF the sanctuary,
The shadows OF q hundred fat dead deer
For dead mems ghosts. True, that the batte-aX
Was out of place; IL should have been the bow
Come, thou shalt dream such dreams; swear
By n1ino own eyes-and these two sapphires-these
Twin rubies that are afnuetS against all