THE TRIBUNE.
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,.,,s rr W. W. LORD. New York: d. Appleton & Co.,
200 Broadway. ls45.


These verses are marked by elevation of senti-
mon, but do not show the recreatve powers Of
,sough, and delicy of the poet. But if the modest
md d,gnifed stand assumed by him in "L'Envoi'
/. sincerely his, he will have reason to be dis
.,us6ed The poems are calculated to interest
strongly minds of structure kindred with his own


L'ENVOl. ITO E. G. K.
Al ouce little thought the rill OF song
That gushed within my heart, wold other be
Than that deep stream that flowed unseen along
To far Stella, dark and silently.
An Arethusa Of the heart, a stream
That only for a moment into sight,
IN some su grot where Hamadryad's dream
Should murmur up, then vanish into night.
But thou, while listening al its secret spring,
Dd'st hear, or seem 10 hear, sound divine;
Vas IL thine own hearts river, murmurlng
With full deep flow mistook by thee for mine!
Howe'er it bel have assumed line part
OF Que who In the heart Of Nature lives,
And, in the tuneful oracles OF Art,
Unto her secret thoughts Their uterance gives.
And INV Muse for pinions have mstook
The up-buoyant sense and wild desire TO fiy,
Eel. by uhlutored spirits, as they look
On some strong blrd thatseems 10 cleave the sky
And though like linn TO lights eternal springs
1t ne'er may rise--'twlll JOY that others may,
And hear the sound OF hight. controlling wings,
With eye OF worship upward turned tor aye.
Orif, with callow wings, too soon II seek
The mount of song, and ill-assured in flight,
Be backward struck from It's attempted peak
BY JEALOUS gods that dwell upon the hight;
Sihou dost hope it shall not yet despair,
But nesting to thy heart, more Joy receive
From Thy indignant plant and soothing care,
Than their ne gect can wound or scorn can grleVe
His success is least where great subject has
,emo,rd, rather than spontaneous movement OF
the mind urged him, to write. The best pieces are
such es the following:


THE COTTAGE.


NV eyes make pictures when they're shut


Cole1idge
- little cottage stands


Half hid in climbing green;


Spreading along the jagged caves


And o'er the roof I Is seen. -


Before it are few meek flowefs,


Yet garden there Is none;


But grass with flowers-as Art at first


His toll had there begun;


Then shamed by Nature, fed, and left


These howrets 10 her hand,


That hence TO wild flowers changing seem,


Where mid the grass they stand


A grandame at the open door


Sits kuiltng in the sun;


WhS looks at her, need not be told


offriends and kindred, young and old,


That vanished one by one.


Bloom to her cheek returns no more,


And soon her smiles depart:


But he that sees no beauty there


lie hath none in his heart.


A little child is sitting near,


white lamb by the child =


And surely il must be sweetlore


lis eyes and lips are spelling DER,


To read that graRdame mild.
"Iknow an i,le,' though badly written marks
ine experience in thelife of the writer =;