THE TRIBUNE.
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THE POEMS OF ALFRED r. STREET. Complete
Edition svo. PIP 3le New York. Clark & Austin
$50 FG!ton'st


Mr.. Stree, has modestly yet accurately indicated
,he true character and worth of these Poems IN his
preface. They are fresh and true delineations of
Nature unshadowed by the darker exhibition Of Hu-
man Passions If Bryant had not written, Mr..
sree, though no plagiaris, might have taken rank
among our most gifted bards. He is at all events
me Of the mos, promising of our young writers,
,hough the collection of his occasional efiusons into
yolume shows us tha, the range of his past efforts
is limited, and that external Nature alone cannot in
spre to the highest flights of genius. Here are
specimens of his powers taken quite at random from
The goodly volume before US


A WINTER SUNSET.
NATURES great eye, low beaming in the west,
pours sweetes; light upon this mountain-road,
Pleasant in Summer with delicious grass
And checker'd shadows from the bowery limbs:
But mautled now in snow that, beaten hard,
Creaks 10 nv footsteps. The green hemoek smiles
Specked with gold; the oaks scar foliage, still
Tight clinging 10 the boughs is kinded up
To rich brown, and on the carpetsnow
CLOVIS soft blush. Al hand steep abyss
Lets down my eye upon the hollow. Pale
In its chill robe it lies, with dusky lines





Of crossing icnces-groups and orchard-trees
And roofs like dngy patches, scatterd DER.
But now the broad diated sun has stoop'd
To the blue line Of hills along the west.
Lower il falls until shred of light
Gli,ers, then sinks, and the red sky is bare.


A COMMON SCENE
TIE sky with silver tbrongs OF sleeping clouds
Isspotted, and harmony of hucs,
Azure and white are there; genial warmth
Burns in the sun glance; from that lowly vale
smoke-wreath curs-a rustic chimney peeps
Through the thick foliage in the furrowing field
The plowman guides his team and whistles blithe;
Around the brink of that blue fairy lake
laughing group of children stand to watch
That rail bark speeding with its tiny sail
Across the dimpllng mirror; now it moors
Within yon knot of water-plants from out
The tree that dances TO the wind, wren
Is warbng TO its mate within bush,
The cattle azily repose beneath
The meadow shade or sioop TO drink the rill
That freshens the green herbs A Summer scene,
Common vet lovely