Poems and Translations. By Edward Thring. (T. Fisher TInwin.)—No one
can fail to read these poems with a great deal of pleasure. If Mr. Thring was not a poet, he had nevertheless a strong vein of poetry in his nature. His verses are not merely those of a well-educated man, with a considerable command over language; they come evidently straight from his heart; and this it is that gives them a peculiar interest. In them we find, under another form, the same teaching which he set forth in his life and work. All through the poems there breathes a great love for the beauties of Nature. "Dreamland," the first of them, shows this perhaps more strongly than any of the others. The lines on " Air " are some of the prettiest in the volume. Here is an extract from them :— " Wayward Being, dancing with the happy maids at even ;
Dancing, till awakes thy jealous pride ; Then amongst them in thy beauty stealing, Thou bast stabbed the fairest in her aide.
Smiling thou dicLvt stab her, and she flushed, and wasted slowly : Then thou strewest flowerets on her grave, All remorseful, chanting soft and lowly, While the grasses in the churchyard wave."
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