New-York tribune., 1880-09-28
Her sp,r,t shivered with delicious fear |;

Her spirit shvered with delicious rear;
For on her face his eyes stayed and his breast
Winter than moonlight heavcd with wild unrestI
And all about his brows and glorious eyes
The golden tresscs CLEANED like NV" sunrse;
And IS at last beneath her seat he came.
sac heard the herads shout an unknown name-
Prince u Zlradres land lie rose. aud sac
Dared not or could not shrink for utterly
Her soul with love was shattered an0 MS mouth
Painting. half open. dry with eager drouth.
Disclosed beneath her lips: aud so IL seemed
That even as she struggled ani still dreamed,
That show anl all those sgbts faded. and he
With strong arms c'aspng strained her stormfuy
With 10Y, still felt his living mouth upon
Her Quvering lips and .! tue dream was gone!
The likeness of this in style to William Morriss
poetry must strike every reader who is acquainted
with that poets writings. The imitation is per-
haps unconscious but Ojatis and Zariadres would
surely not have been written in its present form at
least. if Morris had not written The Earthly
Paradise" The lines from "Ah! then she trem-
bled 10 the end might have been written by Morris
himself. so Thoroughly are they in his manner of
mingng the description of fact with the expression
OF consequent emotion. And the lines,
Her spirit shivered with delicious fear,
for utterly
Her soul with love was shattered.
have the spirit of William Morris, only in them. This
likeness is not at all dcrogatory to Mr.. Symonds.
Every student of literature and art knows that
strong men always impress themselves upon their
Younger contemporaries. And from the same poem
here is q line no: at all like Morris, and very ad-
mirablc:
Aud like n vault Of steel, thick ribbed ard cold.
Hung tie rough ice beneain whose arches rolled
WIll TRnais with waves that chHfcd III VAIN,
Grinding heir granite oed IN ro'eeieSs pam
There is noticeable in MIR. Symonds's verses an
addition to the poetic vocabulary-an addition made
from the scientific side of the language. Examples
are found in these lines from Prometheus Dead {:
Though its Geld incumbent pressure
Like mountain weighed on me-
AMI the sculpurcd limbs Titanic
'Neath that ribbed. Transparent; veil'
Eiom6ntdt vet oTQqnc.
culver nOt, nor luch, nor quail
The mere words may not be new in poetry. but this
us OF them Is new. We have by no means felt sure
that il is poeticaI, as here ard elsewhere 1t laid
rather a rude hold upon our attention.
Mr. Symonds closes ms second series of Lyrics of
Love and Art with lofty prediction of coming
golden age the consequence OF freedo om and science
But his best embodiment of moral philosophy in
verse is in the following short poem, with which
We must make an end OF onr extracts:
TIE WILL.
Blame not the times in winch we live,
Nor Fortune fra' aud fughve
ElIMe not thy parents: nor the rue
or wee or wrong once learned at school;
But blame thyscif, . man!
Although both heaven and earth combined
To mould thy flesh and ioinl Thy NINA, .
Though every thought. word, action VII,
Thou art thy self o man!
And self TO take or leave Is free,
Feeling its own suite c9cY
In spite OF science, Sl1ie OF Fate
The Judge within thee soon or late
VIII blame but thee, man!
Saw not would, but could not-lIe
'ShOuid bear the blame, who fashioned nc
'Cail Vou change Of motive choice -
ScOiung sIch pleas. the Inner voice
Cries, Thine the deed man!
Our new poet seems strong and subtle in thought,
aud to have that mastery of language which makes
its posses>or to speak rs if from height TO listeners
below. In fancy he is richer than IN imagination,
except that sort of imagination which, like Shelley,
deals with other things than men and women. His
Valley of Vain Desires is quite unlike Shclcy'S
Spirit OF solitude" in incident and in purpose
and vet the style and the feeling of the later
poem recall to the carrier. Mr.. Symondss poetry
has however always somewhat more warmth i'll it
than Shelley's bloodless lines but, then 1t has
not the divine ichor which III Shelley serves for
blood. And vet after all, il is its sensuous side
that Mr. Symonls's poetry wolld best bear rein
lOIcement.