The times., 1899-12-17
hooks of Verse.

Hooks Of Verse.
Lyrics Of brotherhood by Richard
Burton is very small volume Of verse
but some OF il is cf a high order. Black
Sheep the poem with which the book
opens. Is musical in cadence. and the
thought is pathetic and tender. The same
is true of old Songs" The Quest Of
Summer" is longer, and fun Of haunting
cadences and vivid word pictures Here
is g stanza OF il.
Soft -lumfrogls brrstlin.- Of the enchanted moon
That drift and -iff across the lapsed lagoon;
The hush Of heat, and for constant tune
Tie lauguiG silver >aasa of Southern seas.
Aud here is another:
] came with tho winds and tho weather
To the wcll-belovgd place
And / recked not u rosc-worth whether
Sere winter had showed his face
On tLe sea and she land,
j. tie icy air,
or whether tie year was bland and fair;
All weather was Scemly weather
Because Il was homeiike there.
The Dream and the Waking is 4 dainty
bit Of imaginative verse aud In the Grass
proves that the author has the true SYM
pathy with nature. One OF the best though
not the most striking of the shorter pieces
is The Eternal Feminine" and Life is
perhaps the best short poem OF all 1t is in
four-liue stanzas, which just miss suggest
ing Omar Khayyam." but the thought is
MI Burton own. Boston: Small May
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"Out Of the Nest" by Mary Mcneil
Fenollosa. is what the writer calls "a flight
Of verses, and the name is not inapt. es-
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at the beginning OF the book In these
there appears a quality which is rather
like the Japanese artists faculty Of paint
ing picture with three strokes of his
brush; the author makes picture out of
four lines. Here is q stanza from Sun
rise in the Hills OF Satsuma." " which illus
trates this:
The old crows cav from the camphor boughz
They have builded there foI thousand wears.
Their nestling- sir ~ q Auddied browse
To pipe shIiH fears.
And here is Morning on Fuilsan:"
Through powdered mist Of dswnlit pearl and ro=,
There lifts Ouc loto- peak Of cleaving white
The sWau-like rhapsody Of diving night
Which, softly soaring through the ether. blows
To hang there brsatLlcss. Far beneath il flows
In barren majesty % level sight
Long polished waves OF jade and malacite
Crested Will fragments II its shattered SHOWS.
Hali-vened in mist q oUalescent dreams
The SOFT remembered coloTs seem 70 burn,
oi flowers and shells. o. clouds and mOoniij
streams.
Within its heart a. IN d sapphire urn,
While great globed clouds Of incense. one by one
Melt in the goblet OF the yellow sun.
The things which are not japanese ara
less striking, but as graceful in movement
and happy in expression. (Boston: Little
Brown & Co. $1,000
A new volume OF poems by Louis Chand.
Ter Moulton appears under the title AT
The Winds WILL" The first half Of the
book is given 10 lyrics. the second 10 SON
nets, and the sOunets are perhaps a shade
the better Several ot them have appear
ed in current magazines during the lasi
year or two The dignifed grace OF tho
sonnet seems 70 suit the authors mood
better than the freer and more erratic
madrigal, ballad. or simple song Possibly
the sonnet entitled Shall / Complaint O.
will appeal 10 more readers than any Other
iu the book The thought is not exactly
a new one but absolute originality in po-
etry is rather rare.
/ shall complain. heesu=r tie feast IS DER.
And AID the banquet lights have ceased 30 stine'
For Joy that Uss, ana D. no longer, mine,
3 Frr love that came aud went, and conrs no more
For hopes and dreams thar left my open door;
( Shall l. who hold The past iu fee, repiue?
Ma! there are lugsc Who never quaied life.
wine
+ That were tAe gnlle-, fate one might deplore
. To sit alone and dream ~ sci q san.
When al the world is vague with coming
night
I 70 hear old voices whisper. sweet and low,
( and dear face. steal back, one by one,
! And thrill anew a. each loug-pa-t delight
snail J compisia who III this bliss ma,
/ know
At the very enc OF the book are a few
I clever transladons from the French anC
German. Boston Little. Brown & Co
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Those who delight in Bliss Carman'
poetry do not care much what his subjec
s and they viii welcome tiny book bear
ing the title "A Winter Holiday becaus
he wrote IT, II bears the characteristic
imprint OF all his careless, vagabondisl
verse, which, IN its intuitiVe knowledg
OF nature, resembles Thoreau-if Thoreal
could be stripped Of his Concord monk
irock and given lyric wings. Here. for e1