New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1885-09-11
NEW PUBLICATIONS.


nv WILL CARLETON. Author n 81
eii Farm Ballads" eEc. Square syo pp' i'''
sx Br 81 s SEASONS BY JAMES B. KENYON. lOm0
1873 cqPPsos yP9s oF MRS RS H. j. LEWIS iomo.
M l1s Cupples. Upbam " Co. For
Hr Carleton's City Ballads are very La
from being spocinons OF literary arti SO '' -
that when he has attempted to use any o "' ,,lod
neloneing TO more sophisticated poe's NC 10 Lth
.sr~,, ne natural favor OF his work. lis s'r'De'-
-. he s,,,le expression OF the obvious sen'ino
,,..,o tr,oor ~ rough tenderness and honest Oo'.
mon sensc There Is more rhyming tnah Poo'' "
ballads and yet there IL human
,,rnogles that the lover of his KIND mlEhI P'o"'"
truest poetry His verse is hterestlhE'
,n,n, and often noble spirit, and 1t assumes 10 o
notbipe more Itis not mHsca and II aoounuS IN nolo
,ossly even udicrousy prosaic lines phrases anu "o
lint I'm its Own way IL is pure manly ana vigorous an"
worth cordial liking
Mr. Kenyon's poems are so neatly constructor %
fully worked out clear conception that tne IeA',o
,nust regret that his subjects are not better worm ~
mains he has taken ard that his strains have not olo
within them Of the Soul of Singing" He chants OF no
that passes love that changes. Of spring and autumn
and tho flight upon the purple hill" mos' u "a
of the grave. His Muse Is weHuieSsou
lady Of decorous locks and sandals nicely ted-no' i
her the sweet disorder, the Wild grace the iteo s.P -
genius Nevertheless, her song rings truly anu no.
meditation, and now and then dramauo 'ou0"'
isa suggestive example of Mr.. Kenyons enorts'
TIE KING Is DYING.
Fool sta md back, the king is dying
Give him what little air remains
See YOU not how his pulse is flying
To catch one other stertOrons breath
God how he labors yes TINS is de"'n'
BLOW mn the fre-his feet cold
Az though king he cannon Duy
One briefest moment with all his goid;
Ills hour has come. and he must dle
Wifbered and wrnlled. ans Ola nhe gray
The king fares out on the common WAY
Light tho tapers; he's almost gone;
Stir YOU fool I is past the hour
To COVER auG eringe, and Halter anu lhMn
The thing l,ng there is shorn OF power;
Tencc.orth the lips Of the King are uunp'
Bring up your CHASTITY Via'ieuhi
Absolve his soul; need enough, God w oti,
aumos ana 5sre and there Shall be left blot
HdoOusly foul. despite your st,hlnN'
Nor pnrpel quilts, nor pillows OF Iee,
Can relieve the guilt IN that grim Olo l"Co'
softi stand back-it is his last;
Get hence your priestly era. is oeri
For MIN the pOmp OF tho world is past
The king that was Is king no more: ,
let lie bells be rung let the mass be sald,
And the king heir knows that the KING Is ueaa
voo,ns satisfied reliance on a higher Power. gentle
onnrecjaton of the beauties OF Nature ana the sweet
Dosa ana sadness Of wifely and maternal love are
smootnlv expressed IN Mrs Lewiss verses Ihey nave
10 srrr foults their morals, IL trite genuine ana
there is very attractive atmosphere of womanly good
ness md sincerity about t1em. They have served their
purp,se doubtless IN newspaper columns and IN book
form they will be dear to those to whom the writer was
DEAR But-as literature they are emphatlcal'y
not worth while The may be said OF most otHe
poetca reprints to-day. Good intentions are praise
worthy. susceptibility to beauty and for the
Jingle OF rhyme are pleasant possessons-but these 90
not constitute poet The majority Of modern books Of
verse mean waste Of time for writer and reader-ahd
food for The paper min.