"To a' our haunts I will repair, To greenwood, shaw, or fountain; Frae thoughts unfeign'd and tender, The charming and so (to speak) natural flattery of the loving delicacy of this distinction— was never surpassed by a passion the most refined. It reminds us of a like passage in the anonymous words (Shakspeare might have written them) of the fine old English madrigal by Ford, "Since first I saw your face." Perhaps Ford himself wrote them; for the author of that music had sentiment enough in him for anything. The passage we allude to is The highest refinement of the heart, though too rare in most classes, is luckily to be found in all; and hence it is, that certain meetings of extremes in lovers of different ranks in life are not always to be attributed either to a failure of taste on the one side, or unsuitable pretensions on the other. Scottish dukes have been known to meet with real Gentle-Shepherd heroines; and everybody knows the story of a lowly Countess of Exeter, who was too sensitive to survive the disclosure of the rank to which her lover had raised her. CHAPTER IX. ENGLISH PASTORAL.-(CONCLUDED.) PASTORALS OF WILLIAM BROWNE.- -PASTORAL MEN-CERVANTESBOCCACCIO-CHAUCER-COWLEY-THOMSON-SHENSTONE, ETC. He was a the praises of Drayton and Ben Jonson, and may remind the reader of some of the earlier poems of Keats. real poet, with a great love of external nature, and much delicacy and generosity of sentiment; and had his judgment been matured, would now have been as much admired by the many as he is regarded by the few. His verses are of such unequal merit, that it is difficult to select any long passage, or scarcely, indeed, any short one, that does not contain matter unworthy of him; yet in all may be discerned promise, in many sweetness and beauty, in some grandeur; and there is nobody who loves poets of the Spenser school, but will have a considerable bit of lurking affection, in the green places of his heart, for William Browne, and lament that he did not live to become famous. Much of his "Britannia's Pastorals," as he called them, was written before he was twenty. They were collected into a body of English verse, for the first time, by Anderson; but Davies published an edition in three volumes duodecimo; they have been lately reprinted in two; and the lover of poetry and field-walks, who is not always in a mood for higher stimulants, and who can recognise beauty in a hedge-row elm as well as a forest, may reckon himself lucky in being able to put one of them in his pocket. The pastorals consist of a story with a number of episodes, none of which, or story either, can we ever remember; so we will say nothing more about them. The names of the persons hum in our ears, and we have some conception of two or three of the incidents; but the scenes in which they take place, the landscapes, the pastoral images, the idealized country manners, these are what we are thinking of while the story is going on; just as a man should be hearing some local history while going over meadows and stiles, and glancing all the while about him instead of paying it attention. We shall, therefore, devote this article to passages marked with our pen; as the same man might go over the ground afterwards in other company, and say, "There is the church I spoke of, in the trees"-" Yonder is the passage I mentioned, into the wood"-" Here the ivy full of the singingbirds." We may, perhaps, over-rate Browne, out of affection for 1 the things he likes to speak of; but sometimes his powers are not to be mistaken. He calls Cephalus, whom Aurora loved, him Music is "Whose name was worn Within the bosom of the blushing morn." "The soul of art, best loved when love is by." Raleigh, spoken of under the character of a shepherd, is a “swain "Whom all the Graces kissed;" and Pan, a god that 66 With gentle nymphs in forests high That is very beautiful. Warton, in his "History of Poetry," has expressed his admiration of a "charm" in Browne's " Inner Temple Masque," in which, down by the banks of Lethe, dewdrops are said to be for ever hanging The fourth eclogue of his "Shepherd's Pipe" is thought, not improbably, to have been in the recollection of Milton, راست |