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Literary
March 19, 1854
Washington Sentinel
Washington, District Of Columbia
What is this article about?
A newspaper notice announces a new edition of Thomas Campbell's poems by Phillips, Sampson & Co., containing fifty additional pieces, including rejected works. It excerpts the lyrical fragment 'To a Beautiful Jewish Girl of Altona,' imagining a pastoral life in ancient Judah contrasted with its modern desolation.
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- We noticed a few days since a new edition of the great lyrical poet of the age, Campbell, recently published by Phillips, Sampson & Co., of Boston, and for sale here at Taylor & Maury's. It contains fifty more poems than any other edition, and among them some of the sweetest things the poet ever wrote, but rejected by him in consequence of some supposed imperfection. It is said that the only poem of Campbell which satisfied him entirely was the Valedictory of J. P. Kemble.
From the poems now just collected in the edition before us, we copy the following beautiful verses, which seem to us in the poet's very best style:
To a Beautiful Jewish Girl of Altona.
A FRAGMENT.
O. Judith: had our lot been cast In that remote and simple time When, shepherd swains, thy fathers past From dreary wilds and deserts vast To Judah's happy clime; My song upon the mountain rock Had echoed of thy rural charm; And I had fed thy father's flocks, O Judith of the raven locks: To win thee to my arms.
Our tent, beside the murmur calm Of Jordan's grassy-vested shore, Had sought the shadow of the palm, And blessed with Gilead's holy balm Our hospitable door!
At falling night, or ruby dawn, Or yellow moonlight's welcome cool, With health and gladness we had drawn, From silver fountains on the lawn, Our pitcher brimming full.
How sweet to us at sober hours The bird of Salem would have sung. In orange or in almond bowers, Fresh with the bloom of many flowers, Like thee forever young!
But ah, my love! thy father's land Presents no more a spicy bloom! Nor fills with fruit the reaper's hand; But wide its silent wilds expand— A desert and a tomb.
Yet, by the good and golden hours That dawned those rosy fields among— By Zion's palm-encircled towers, By Salem's far forsaken bowers, And long-forgotten song
From the poems now just collected in the edition before us, we copy the following beautiful verses, which seem to us in the poet's very best style:
To a Beautiful Jewish Girl of Altona.
A FRAGMENT.
O. Judith: had our lot been cast In that remote and simple time When, shepherd swains, thy fathers past From dreary wilds and deserts vast To Judah's happy clime; My song upon the mountain rock Had echoed of thy rural charm; And I had fed thy father's flocks, O Judith of the raven locks: To win thee to my arms.
Our tent, beside the murmur calm Of Jordan's grassy-vested shore, Had sought the shadow of the palm, And blessed with Gilead's holy balm Our hospitable door!
At falling night, or ruby dawn, Or yellow moonlight's welcome cool, With health and gladness we had drawn, From silver fountains on the lawn, Our pitcher brimming full.
How sweet to us at sober hours The bird of Salem would have sung. In orange or in almond bowers, Fresh with the bloom of many flowers, Like thee forever young!
But ah, my love! thy father's land Presents no more a spicy bloom! Nor fills with fruit the reaper's hand; But wide its silent wilds expand— A desert and a tomb.
Yet, by the good and golden hours That dawned those rosy fields among— By Zion's palm-encircled towers, By Salem's far forsaken bowers, And long-forgotten song
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
What themes does it cover?
Love Romance
Nature
Religious
What keywords are associated?
Jewish Girl
Altona
Thomas Campbell
Biblical Exile
Rural Romance
What entities or persons were involved?
Campbell
Literary Details
Title
To A Beautiful Jewish Girl Of Altona.
Author
Campbell
Subject
A Fragment
Key Lines
O. Judith: Had Our Lot Been Cast In That Remote And Simple Time When, Shepherd Swains, Thy Fathers Past From Dreary Wilds And Deserts Vast To Judah's Happy Clime;
Our Tent, Beside The Murmur Calm Of Jordan's Grassy Vested Shore, Had Sought The Shadow Of The Palm, And Blessed With Gilead's Holy Balm Our Hospitable Door!
But Ah, My Love! Thy Father's Land Presents No More A Spicy Bloom! Nor Fills With Fruit The Reaper's Hand; But Wide Its Silent Wilds Expand— A Desert And A Tomb.
Yet, By The Good And Golden Hours That Dawned Those Rosy Fields Among— By Zion's Palm Encircled Towers, By Salem's Far Forsaken Bowers, And Long Forgotten Song