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Review Of Literature.
lortunately , the people are beginning to study war " in its details "in its blood and violence—its agony and horror—in shattered limbsin the burning rafters of peaceful homes—in ail the wickedness and misery ot an earthl y hell ; and , deaf and blind to the hofidai / sounds and sights of military life , the people will make statesmen guiltless of the horrible results of human carnage . AVe would that our limits allowed us to borrow largelfrom the
y enlightened pages of our author ; but in the hope that this brief notice may recal the reader to the book itself , we here dismiss it . General Napier has done glorious service to a glorious cause by the publication of this volume . Hours at Naples , and other Poems . By the Lad y E . Stuart VVorfley Saunders and Otley . —A collection of poems , all more or less distinguished for their grace and that peculiar and winning tenderness cha
- racteristic of the feminine mind . The Lines written at Naples contain many exquisite thoughts . The yearnings of the fair authoress towards England do like honour to her inspiration and her patriotism . There is " all the mother" in the following : —
" My child!—my child!—I am not near thee now To part the hair that clusters o ' er thy brow , And plant ten thousand kisses there—to view Thy faery joys , and ah ! to share them too ; To watch thy golden slumbers when thou ' rt laid In Innocency ' s vesture pure arrayed , Like a tired bird within its warm sweet nest , And all th
y raptures are composed to rest ! And oh ! to soothe thy little sorrows still , For infancy is not exempt from ill ! Though soon effaced from its transparent thought 'The shadows there , by some slight grievance brought , While its expanding and upspringing mind Still forward fliesand leaves all pain behind
, . My child!—the music of th y laughter now [ dream of—but I hear not—o ' er th y brow AVander ten thousand meanings new and sweet , 1 may not see them—may not truide thv feet
I o spots of pleasantness , now that the Spring That calls to life each bri ght and bloomimr thing-Is bursting over England ' s golden fields , " Tiil every bank a wealth of blossoms yields For Childhood ' s dimpled hands !—'( is glorious here In this warm azure Italy—most clear , Most exquisite the pure and perfumed air , The sk
y unshadowed , and the sunshine fair ; And fair the almond-blossoms clustered close Upon the loaded bough—while many a rose Trails its resplendent wonder , richly bowed Beneath its beauty as beneath a cloud Along the trellised walk or fountain side , A dazzling trophy—Nature ' s loveliest pride . "
Lyrics . By John Lee Stevens . Baily . The publisher has been good enough to forward two sheets of this pretty volume , which is about ' to be launched on the literary waters before many days . We are glad that he
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Review Of Literature.
lortunately , the people are beginning to study war " in its details "in its blood and violence—its agony and horror—in shattered limbsin the burning rafters of peaceful homes—in ail the wickedness and misery ot an earthl y hell ; and , deaf and blind to the hofidai / sounds and sights of military life , the people will make statesmen guiltless of the horrible results of human carnage . AVe would that our limits allowed us to borrow largelfrom the
y enlightened pages of our author ; but in the hope that this brief notice may recal the reader to the book itself , we here dismiss it . General Napier has done glorious service to a glorious cause by the publication of this volume . Hours at Naples , and other Poems . By the Lad y E . Stuart VVorfley Saunders and Otley . —A collection of poems , all more or less distinguished for their grace and that peculiar and winning tenderness cha
- racteristic of the feminine mind . The Lines written at Naples contain many exquisite thoughts . The yearnings of the fair authoress towards England do like honour to her inspiration and her patriotism . There is " all the mother" in the following : —
" My child!—my child!—I am not near thee now To part the hair that clusters o ' er thy brow , And plant ten thousand kisses there—to view Thy faery joys , and ah ! to share them too ; To watch thy golden slumbers when thou ' rt laid In Innocency ' s vesture pure arrayed , Like a tired bird within its warm sweet nest , And all th
y raptures are composed to rest ! And oh ! to soothe thy little sorrows still , For infancy is not exempt from ill ! Though soon effaced from its transparent thought 'The shadows there , by some slight grievance brought , While its expanding and upspringing mind Still forward fliesand leaves all pain behind
, . My child!—the music of th y laughter now [ dream of—but I hear not—o ' er th y brow AVander ten thousand meanings new and sweet , 1 may not see them—may not truide thv feet
I o spots of pleasantness , now that the Spring That calls to life each bri ght and bloomimr thing-Is bursting over England ' s golden fields , " Tiil every bank a wealth of blossoms yields For Childhood ' s dimpled hands !—'( is glorious here In this warm azure Italy—most clear , Most exquisite the pure and perfumed air , The sk
y unshadowed , and the sunshine fair ; And fair the almond-blossoms clustered close Upon the loaded bough—while many a rose Trails its resplendent wonder , richly bowed Beneath its beauty as beneath a cloud Along the trellised walk or fountain side , A dazzling trophy—Nature ' s loveliest pride . "
Lyrics . By John Lee Stevens . Baily . The publisher has been good enough to forward two sheets of this pretty volume , which is about ' to be launched on the literary waters before many days . We are glad that he