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Pell soft about his temples; manhood's blossom
any art, and which, within reasonable limits, Not yet had sprouted on his chio, but freshly Curved the fair cheek, and full the red lip's parting,
may be accepted not only without dishonLike a loose bow that just has launched its arrow; esty or servility, but, on the contrary, with His large blue eyes, with joy dilate and beamy,
positive advantage. Poetry, like philosophy, Were clear as the unshadowed Grecian heaven; has its epochs and its changes. If Pope had Dery and sleek, his dimpled shoulder rounded To the white arms and whiter breast beneath them. he was the head and the most eminent
never lived, the school of poetry of which Downward, the supple lines had less of softness ; His back was like a god's; his loins were moulded example, would undoubtedly have flourished As if some pulse of power began to waken; through its appointed time, to give place to The springy fulness of his thighs, out swerving, another equally inevitable. The poetry of Sloped to his knee, and, lightly dropping doronward, the Lakers seems to have sprung up in half Drew the curved lines that breathe, in rest, of motion,"
a dozen minds at once; and in several
writers of the present day whom we might The lines we have italicised, we have never name, both English and American, often unseen surpassed; and we doubt if a truer, thinkingly styled imitators, the Tennysoni. more rigorous, more terse, and at the same
an vein appears as natural and as unstrained time a more poetical description of manly as if their own genius had been its prime beauty and strength was ever given. The originator. We cannot better illustrate our elosing lines of this poem are full of rhetori- meaning than by quoting a few stanzas from eal beauty
one of Mr. Taylor's finest poems, which the “The sunset died behind the crags of Imbros.
reader will see are not plagiarisms, not imiArgo was tugging at her chain; for freshly tations, but are, on the other hand, eminently Blew the swift breeze, and leaped the restless original, and which remind us not so much
billowe. The voice of Jason roused the dozing sailors,
of Tennyson himself, as of the existence of And up the ropes was beaved the snowy canvas.
those fine trains of thought which are shared But mighty Keraclés, the Jove-begotten,
in common by the best poets of the day, Unmmdful stood, beside the cool Scamander, and which will hereafter be noticed as one Leaning upon his club. A purple chlamys of the chief characteristics of the poetry of Tossed o'er an urn was all that lay before him;
this particular era. And when he called, expectant, Hylas! Hylas!'
The poem is entitled The empty echoes made him answer, · Hylas!
“The Metempsychosis of the Pine;"'
“As when the haze of some wan moonlight makes We do not remember having looked
Familiar fields a land of mystery, through a book of poems for several years When all is changed, and some new presence back, without noticing very clearly the influ
wakes ence of Tennyson. Mr. Tennyson, besides
In flower, and bush, and tree, taking rank as the most popular poet of the “Another life the life of day o'erwhelms; day, has also become, in a most eminent
The past from present consciousness takes hue, degree, a study for poets; and his many And we remember vast and cloudy realms excellences and defects, his graces and his
Our feet have wandered through; subtleties, his niceties and his obscuritiessomewhat changed in form, it is true, by the “So, roft, some moonlight of the mind makes dumb
The stir of outer thought; wide open seems peculiarities of each mind through which The gate where, through strange sympathies, have they are transmitted-are fast being poured
come through a hundred channels into the vast The secret of our dreams; and nerer-filled reservoir of current poetry. “The source of fine impressions, shooting deep In asserting thus much, we intend to accuse Below the failing plummet of the sense ; no one of plagiarism; for although Mr. Which strike beyond all time, and backward Tennyson's poetical property has often been
Through all intelligence. most violently outraged, we are happy to say that neither has Mr. Taylor, nor any "We touch the lower life of beast and clod, other of those writers mentioned in his com
And the long process of the ages see
From blind old Chaos, ere the breath of God pany a few pages back, been guilty of this
Moved it to harmony. inexcusable criminality. Nor are we speaking now so much of imitation as of an acqui
"All outward wisdom yields to that within,
Whereof nor creed nor canon holds the key; escence in that subtle influence which is ever
We only feel that we have ever been, diffused from the productions of a master in And evermore sball be."
Some time since, when Mr. Taylor com- And when, at night, the horns of mead foamed menced to write, public attention was called
And torches flared around the wassail board, to his eminent command of sonorous and
It breathed no song of maid nor sigh of lover, poetical language, to the rhythmic sweep of It rang aloud the triumphs of the sword ! his stanzas, and to the superior rhetorical It mocked the thunders of the ice-ribbed ocean, merit of all his compositions. These quali
With clenched hands beating back the dragon's ties were insisted on, at the expense of his
prow; imagination and his sentiment, until finally It gave Berseker arms their battle-motion,
And swelled the red veins on the Viking's those readers who were more disposed to
brow! yield to critical opinions than to abide by their own convictions, allowed themselves to “No myrtle, plucked in dalliance, ever sheathed it, believe that he was nothing more than a To melt the savage ardor of its flow; rhetorician, who, after having rung the The only gauds wherewith its lord en wreathed it, changes upon a certain number of poetical Thus bound, it kept the old, accustomed cadence, words, would cease to write any thing either Whether it pealed through slumberous ilex readable or remarkable. This is not the
bowers, first instance in which some one distinguish- In stormy wooing of Byzantine maidens, ing excellence of an author has operated Whether Genseric's conquering march it chanted,
Or shook Trinacria's languid lap of flowers; unfavorably to his general fame; has either
Till cloudy Atlas rang with Gothic staves, usurped the place of all his other merits, or Or, where gray Calpe's pillared feet are planted, has been made to hide them from sight; Died grandly out upon the unknown waves! and we are glad, therefore, to see Mr. Taylor's poems in a collected form, so that their various qualities may be readily perceived, “ Not unto Scania's bards alone belonging
The craft that loosed its tongues of changing compared and estimated. We have no fear
sound, that his claims to a brilliant if not a spiritual For Ossian played, and ghosts of heroes thronging, imagination, a delicate and yet a healthy Leaned on their spears above the misty mound. sentiment, a keen perception, and ready The Cambrian eagle, round his eyrie winging,
Heard the loud shout through mountain passes powers of description, will suffer with any
rolled, eandid reader, simply because he possesses When bearded throats chimed in with mighty the advantage of being able to express as singing, strongly as he feels. To us it seems a proof
And monarchs listened, in their torques of gold; of careful study, and of mastery of the poet- Its dreary wail, blent with the seamew's clangor, ical art, to have the faculty of writing verses
Surged round the lonely keep of Penmaen
Mawr; in which there shall not be one unmistaka- It pealed afar, in battle's glorious anger, ble idea, in which every thought shall pre- Behind the banner of the Blazing Star! sent itself to the reader in a clear and precise form, and which shall all be knit together by verbal melody and metrical precision. "The strings are silent; who shall dare to wake
them, Perhaps, in the piece we are about to
Though later deeds demand their living quote, certain critics might find so much of
powers ? rhetoric that their eyes would become blinded Silent in other lands, what hand shall make them to the many other qualities of fine poetry Leap as of old, to shape the songs of ours / which it contains ; but before we are con
Here, while the sapless bulk of Europe moulders, vinced that we have been betrayed by sound source of that Will, that on its fearless shoulders
Springs the rich blood to hero-veins upsealed, ing words into a weakness of judgment, we Would bear the world's fate lightly as a shield; must be shown as many stanzas of contem- Here moves a larger life, to grander measures poraneous poetry containing more of poet- why sleeps the harp, forgetful of its treasures, ical fire and manliness of sentiment:
Buried in songs that never yet were sung! "THE HARP: ANODE.
"When bleak winds through the northern pines “Great solemn songs, that with majestic sounding were sweeping,
Should swell the nation's heart, from sea to Some hero-skald, reclining on the sand,
Bea; Attuned it first, the chords harmonious keeping Informed with power, with earnest hope aboundWith murmuring forest, and with moaning
And prophecies of triumph yet to be !
Songs, by the wild wind for a thousand ages Thus, of the many reviews of Wordsworth, Hummed o'er our central prairies, vast and Southey, Coleridge, Shelley, Campbell and
lone; Glassed by the northern lakes in crystal pages,
Tennyson that have lately appeared in AmerAnd carved by hills on pinnacles of stone;
ican magazines, how many are supposed to Songs chanted now, where undiscovered fountains have been written out of admiration for
Make in the wilderness their babbling home, these very distinguished writers, and how And through the deep-hewn cañons of the mountains
many have been thought worthy of being Plunge the cold rivers in perpetual foam! read by the public for whom they were writ
ten? Is it not a settled conclusion that books VI.
of poems are the hobby-horses of brain Sung but by these. Our forests have no voices; and pocket-needy writers, on which they
Rapt with no loftier strains our rivers roll; may mount at any time, and so gallop Far in the sky, no song-crowned peak rejoices through the pages of a periodical to the
In sounds that give the silent air a soul. Wake, mighty Harp! and thrill the shores that pockets of its publisher ? Nay, when Amerhearken
ican poets are remembered by the critic, For the first peal of thine immortal rhyme; and their merits sedulously put forward in Call from the shadows that begin to darken the columns of a review, is it not thought
The beaming forms of our heroic time;
that the writer is performing this service to The ancient soul they glorified so long,
national literature in consideration of value Shall win the world to hear thy grand restoring, received from interested parties, and that And own thy latest thy sublimest song!" for a similar gratuity he would at any mo
ment perform a like favor for the proprietors We owe no apology to our readers for of the “ Ready Relief,” or the “Balsam of having quoted this fine lyric at length, Tolu ?" although we find ourselves, in consequence, But in whatever light our readers may be obliged to omit one or two other pieces disposed to regard this feeble attempt to do marked for quotation, among which we may justice to a post of whom our countrymen mention "Taurus" and "The Waves.” We should be proud, we are satisfied that we have, perhaps, protracted this paper unne- have not mistaken those evidences of genius cessarily, and have allowed ourselves to dwell and ambitious energy which are exhibited in on certain points that seemed to us to demand the works of Mr. Taylor. We feel that, with attention, without making due allowance for a select number of similarly gifted writers, he the very slender patience of most readers is coming before us more prominently, year toward poetical criticisms. For it has come to by year, to claim the place which a forebe considered among the reading public that running generation must soon vacate, and criticisms are written more to show the ability which is by right his own. It remains for of the writer than to explain the beauties or us to acknowledge merit where such acknowexpose the faults of the poet; and are often ledgment is due ; to extend our sympathies neither more nor less than races against time to real genius all the more heartily, because and space, in which he is the winner who it is the production of our own soil, and draws covers the greatest amount of paper with the its inspiration from the air we daily breathe; smallest expenditure of time, content to let and to show our own writers that, if we will his production share the usual fate of those not protect them by law, we will at least critical articles in which every periodical give them an equal share of attention witly imagines itself in duty bound to indulge. their foreign brethren.
A LEGEND OF THE CATHEDRAL AT COLOGNE.
(FROM THE GERMAN.]
stands in thought before my eyes; I see the
turrets stretching towards heaven; I hear In the chamber of the Archbishop of the tones of the gigantic bells echo far and Cologne, two men were standing before a wide, calling upon the faithful to come and table that was covered with parchments and receive the blessings of the Church. And designs. They were the Archbishop Con- they come by thousands and thousands, and rad Von Hochsteden and his master-builder. find room in the vast halls, and all listen to The former scanned attentively all the plans the sounds of the mighty organ, which, rolland drawings which the master laid, one by ing and thundering, proclaims the praise of one, before him, then brushed them aside, the Almighty.” and said, “None of all these. Thy plans And the Archbishop hearkened with pleado not please me. Some are old, others are sure, but suddenly a dark cloud passed too simple, others again look like Grecian across the master's face. “Thy brow contemples; altogether they are trivial and insig- tradicts thy words," said the Archbishop. nificant. No, master; we will build a cathe- “ Thou dost speak loudly and of great things, dral, the like of which is not in the world; while doubt and faint-heartedness are pica cathedral that shall excite more astonish- tured in thy face.” ment than the pyramids of Egypt and the But the master said softly, “It will need temples of the heathen Greeks; a cathedral unmeasured wealth to rear the building in which God will delight to dwell, for it worthily, and whence is this to come ?” will be worthy of his power and omnipo- “That shall be my care, thou man of little tence; worthy as a building reared by the faith," said the Archbishop, confidently. “I hand of man can be worthy of Him. Take myself am rich, and I will willingly become hence thy drawings, master; reflect, ponder poor for the sake of such a work. My chapclosely, closely, and sketch me a plan that ter is rich; rich is this good city of Cologne, will content me."
and it will not play the miser when it conThe master gathered his drawings together cerns a work that will render it the first city thoughtfully, while the Archbishop contin- in Christendom. Believe me, many will ued : “My predecessor, the sainted Engel- open their coffers, and there will be no want bert, had formed the design to build a ca- of gold and silver to decorate the temple thedral which should excel all the sacred worthily." edifices that now stand in Christendom. The master's countenance brightened From far and wide were the faithful Chris- somewhat at these words, and he said : tians to make the pilgrimage to Cologne, to “ Thou dost speak of honor and of fame, a temple which should be the first in the my gracious lord ; but years will pass before world." He has often spoken with me of the edifice is completed, many years ; and this thought; his purpose has become my the life of man is short. Shall I live to beänheritance, and I must bring it to comple- hold the building in its perfected glory?" tion. Reflect upon the immortal fame that Then the Archbishop turned quickly and awaits thee if it be thy lot to perfect the cried: "Oh, thou blind, vain-hearted man! master-work. Upon a brazen tablet thou Will not the work be thy work, even though mayst carve thy name, and place it in the others put the last hand thereto? Wilt midst of the cathedral, that it may proclaim not thou lay the foundations, and erect the the builder to all coming generations." first walls and pillars, and others only build
The master's eye shone with ambitious the roof, after thy plan, after thy thought ? joy, and he cried ardently, “My gracious The plan, the thought, brings the fame, not lord, so be it. Already the majestic edifice the last completion ; and if thy plan be so
great that the life of one man suffices not images ever thrust themselves between, and to finish it, it is therefore the more glorious ; effaced all clearness. for he is but of a petty soul who counts He then saw his monument in the church, upon the shadow and the fruits of the tree and upon it his name in letters of gold. He which he is planting. Besides, thou art saw a devout crowd stand around, and heard young, and canst yet bring much to perfec- them say: "Here rests the great master who tion."
built this cathedral; let us pray for his soul !" Then the master's eyes gleamed with ar- And all kneeled and prayed for him, the dor. He fell at the Archbishop's feet, and immortal master. Then, when he awoke, a said,“ Yes, thou art right; I was foolish and sudden pain would shoot through his breast; blinded. Well, then, I will begin the task. for it had been a dream only, and the buildMy life has found its aim; with God's help, ing was not yet begun. to the work ! Give me thy blessing !” Thus had he toiled for six months; and
The Archbishop raised his hands to bless the longer he pondered, the more ardent his him, when the door was thrown open, and desire to complete his plan; and the oftener a knight rushed into the chamber with happy messengers came from the Archbishop to tidings of a far different nature. The Arch- know whether he would not soon begin the bishop joyfully bade him welcome. The building, so much the more confused became kneeling man rose and went his way. All his thoughts. Anguish of soul came upon this happened in the year of our Lord 1247. him, a fear that he would never complete his
work, and the blood boiled feverishly in his veins. Thus he sat again before the parch
ment, despairing of himself, of his art, of his CHAPTER II.
power; he could not grasp a single thought, MEDITATION.
and sad gloom lay upon the soul of the
young and mighty master. ABOUT half a year might have passed Then the door was opened, and Master since the conversation in the preceding chap- Schmidt, the silversmith, entered ; and beter; the master was sitting in his chamber hind him came two apprentices, bearing the with a piece of parchment before him, upon great brazen tablet which the master-builder which he had partly drawn a plan. His had ordered, while still glowing with the face was pale, his cheeks sunken, his eyes first inspiration for his work, and-his redim, for he had passed many nights in fruit- nown. less pondering. When he sat before the And the silversmith said: “Here is the parchment, with the pencil in his hand, the tablet, master, which thou didst order. Thy lines which he drew would not shape them- name is cut deeply in large letters, and beselves into a whole. When he wandered neath it runs, that thou didst begin the alone along the banks of the Rhine, he building of the great cathedral in the year thought always and ever upon his plan, but of our Lord 1248.” The master constrained when he conceived that a beam of light the smith to go, for a blush of shame stood illumined the chaos of his thoughts, and upon his face. that now the lines which swam in mingled When he was alone, he considered the confusion before his mind would assume tablet, and a stream of hot tears burst from order, then the fame and honor of his name his eyes; and he said to himself, in bitter occurred to him, his ideas lost their connec- scorn : "Oh, thou great master, thou wise tion, and he revelled in the prospect of future master! thou dost pluck the fruit before renown, while he in vain endeavored to the tree is planted ; thou dost keep the wedgrasp the present, the commencement, the ding before thou hast the bride ; thou plan.
wouldst enjoy the victory before thou hast When at night he tossed restlessly upon won the battle. Oh, thou prudent master, his couch, the form of a gigantic structure, thou wise master! thou art come to the end it is true, shaped itself before his soul in before thou hast made a beginning! Oh, half waking visions; and had he been able thou immortal master ! eternal fame thou to hold it firm, in a calm and quiet dream, canst not miss ; the tablet with thy name is the remembrance thereof might have re- here--the cathedral alone is wanting !" mained with him on waking; but other And he laughed aloud in mockery and