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 CARRIE CLARK PENNOCK. In the years 1856 and 1857, a number of poems, which attracted attention by the promise they gave of future excellence, were published in the Mahoning Register, conducted by James Dumars, at Youngstown, Ohio. The following year graceful poems from the same pen were given to the readers of the Ohio Farmer, and of the Home Journal of New York city. Several of them were spoken of with merited approbation by Nathaniel P. Willis. Their author, Carrie Clark, is a native of Ma- honing county, Ohio. She was born at Boardman, September first, 1833. Her parents are farmers, and her early life was spent in work rather than in study, but an irrepressible passion for reading and writing, led her, as the era of womanhood ap- proached, to the acquisition of an excellent English education. She writes from im- mediate impulse, and generally upon themes of ideal beauty. In October, 1859, Miss Clark was man-ied, at the homestead, to J. H. Pennock, a physician who practices his profession at Bennington, Morrow county, Ohio. The poem " Leonore " is first published in these pages. It is " of imagination all compact." LEONOEE. Where the Adige sings its prelude Sweetly to the murmuring sea, And the Carnic- Alpine mountains Send their torrents to the lea ; Where the flashing Adriatic Rocks the fearless gondoher, And the barcarole is murmured, Plaintively, from cavalier ; Where the dark Tyrolean peasant Tunes at eve his simple reed. To the dark-eyed Tyrol maiden, Tripping o'er the dewy mead ; There, where Adige sends her ute — Silvery tribute to the shore, Stands an old and ruined castle, Strangely traced with ivy o'er ; And its crumbling walls still echo To the name of Leonore — 42 trib- Lost Le'nore, Bright Le'nore, High-born, peerless Leonore. And the waves along the shore, Ever, ever, evermore, Chant the dirge of fair Le'nore. Through the castle's pillared halls, Mournfully a spirit calls, Leonore, Fair Leonore, At rest upon th' eternal shore, ^ Leonore, Bright Leonore — ■■ Her white wings folded evermore. Round the castle turrets high Floats the bird with sleepless eye ; From the loop-hole's dizzy height, Shrieks the dusky bird of night ; And through tower and frescoed room, Damp and lonely as the tomb. Flits the bird of ebon plume. (657)
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