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The brute and boisterous force of violent men, g 19. On Shakspeare. . Milton.
What needs my Shakspeare for his honor'd Tyrannic power, but raging to pursue
bones The righteous, and all such as honor truth !
The labor of an age in piled stones, He all their ammunition
Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid And feats of war defeats ;
Under a starry pointing pyramid ? With plain heroic magnitude of mind,
Dear son of memory! great heir of fame! And celestial vigor arm’d,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy Their armories and magazines contemns,
name? Renders them useless, while
Thou in our wonder and astonishment With winged expedition,
Hast built thyself a live-long monument. (art Swift as the lightning glance, he executes
For whilst to th' shame of slow-endeavoring His errand on the wicked, who, surpris'd,
Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Lose their defence, distracted and amaz’d.
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book 15. Patience. Milton.
Those Delphic lines with deep impression took,
Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving, (ing; MANY are the sayings of the wise, Dost make us marble with too much conceivIn ancient and in modern books inroll'd,
And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, Extolling Patience as the truest fortitude;
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. And to the bearing well of all calamities, All chances incident to man's frail life, 20. Song : on May Morning. Milton. Consolatories writ
(sought, Now the bright morning-star, day's harWith studied argument, and much persuasion
[her Lenient of grief and anxious thought'; But with th' afflicted, in his pångs, their sound The flow'ry May, who from her green lap
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with Little prevails, or rather seems a tune (plaint;
throws Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his com- The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Unless he feel within
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Some source of consolation from above,
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ! Secret refreshings, that repair his strength,
Woods and groves are of thy dressing, And fainting spirits uphold.
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
$ 21. Sonnet on his deceased Wife. And uncompounded is their essence pure;
MILTON. Not tied or manacled with joint or limb,
METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones, Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband choose,
[and faint. Dilated or condens'd, bright or obscure, Rescued from death by force, though pale Can execute their airy purposes,
Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed And works of love or enmity fulfil.
Purification in the old law did save, (taint $ 17. Pain. Milton.
And such, as yet once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in heaven without restraint, WHAT avails
(with pain, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind : Valor or strength, though matchless, quell'd Her face was veil’d, yet to my fancied sight Which all subdues, and make remiss the
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person hands
shin'd Of mightiest ? Sense of pleasure we may well so clear, as in no face with more delight. Spare out of life, perhaps, and not repine; But, oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, But live content, which is the calmest life :
I wak’d, she fled, and day brought back my But pain is perfect misery, the worst
night. Of evils! and, excessive, overturns All patience.
0 22. Sonnet to the Nightingale. Milton.
O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray 0 18. Hypocrisy. Milton.
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, NEITHER man nor angel can discern Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
[May. Invisible, except to God alone,
While the jolly hours lead on propitious By his permissive will thro' heaven and earth: Thy liquid notes, that close the eye of day, And oft though Wisdom wake, Suspicion sleeps First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, At Wisdom's gate, and to Simplicity fill Portend success in love ; oh if Jove's will Resigns her charge, while Goodness thinks no Have link'd that amorous pow'r to thy soft Where no ill seems.
Now timely, sing, ere the rude bird of hate He saw a greater sun appear
[could bear. Foretel my hopeless doom in some grove Than his bright throne, or burning axle-tree, nigh;
The shepherds on the lawn, As thou from year to year hast sung too late
Or e'er the point of dawn,
Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;
23. Christmas Hymn. Milton. Was kindly come to live with them below; It was the winter wild,
Perhaps their loves, else their sheep, [keep. While the Heaven-born child
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; When such music sweet Nature in awe to him,
Their hearts and ears did greet,
As never was by mortal finger strook ;
Answering the stringed noise,
The air, such pleasure loth to lose, She wooes the gentle air
With thousand echoes still prolongs each heaTo hide her guilty front with innocent snow;
venly close. And on her naked shame,
Nature that heard such sound, Pollute with sinful blame,
Beneath the hollow round
Now was almost won
And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace; [sliding
She knew such harmony alone [union. She, crown'd with olive green, came softly Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier Down through the turning sphere,
At last surrounds their sight His ready harbinger, [viding ; A globe of circular light,
(array'd ; With turtle wing the amorous clouds di- That with long beams the shamefac'd night And, waving wide her myrtle wand, [land. The helmed Cherubim, She strikes an universal peace through sea and And sworded Seraphim,
[play'd, No war, or battle's sound,
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings disWas heard the world around :
Harping in loud and solemn quire, [Heir. The idle spear and shield were high up hung ;
With unexpressive notes, to Heaven's new-born The hooked chariot stood
Such music (as 'tis said) Unstaind with hostile blood;
Before was never made, The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; But when of old the sons of morning sung, And kings sat still with aweful eye, [by. While the Creator great As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was His constellations set, But peaceful was the night
And the well-balanc'd world on hinges hung; Wherein the Prince of light
And cast the dark foundations deep, His reign of peace upon the Earth began :
And bid the weltering waves their oozy chan. The winds, with wonder whist,
nel keep. Smoothly the waters kist,
Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Once bless our human ears, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, (ed wave. If ye have power to touch our senses 80 ; While birds of calm sit brooding on the charm- And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time; The stars, with deep amaze,
[blow; Stand fix'd in stedfast gaze,
And let the base of Heaven's deep organ Bending one way their precious influence; Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
And with your ninefold harmony,
For, if such holy song
[gold; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, [go. Time will run, back, and fetch the age of Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them And speckled Vanity
Will sicken soon and die,
(mould And, though the shady gloom Had given day her room,
And leprous Sin will melt from earthly
[day. The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And Hell itself will pass away, And hid his head for shame,
And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering As his inferior flame
(need : Yea, Truth and Justice then The new-enlightened world no more should Will down return to men,
Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wear. The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn, Mercy will sit between,
[ing, In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded ThamThron'd in celestial sheen, (steering;
With radiant feet the tissued clouds down And sullen Moloch, fled, And Heaven, as at some festival, [hall. Hath left in shadows dread wide the gates of her high palace
His burning idol all of blackest hue; But wisest Fate says nó,
In vain with cymbals' ring This must not yet be so,
They call the grisly king, The babe yet lies in smiling infancy,
In dismal dance about the furnace blue : That on the bitter cross
The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Must redeem our loss;
Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste. So both himself and us to glorify :
Nor is Osiris seen Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep,
In Memphian grove or green,
[ings loud: The wakeful trump of doom must thunder
Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowthrough the deep;
Nor can he be at rest With such a horrid clang
Within his sacred chest;
(shroud ; As on mount Sinai rang,
[outbrake : Nought but profoundest Hell can be his While the red fire and smouldering clouds In vain with timbrell’d anthems dark [ark. The aged Earth aghast
The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt With terror of that blast,
He feels from Judah's land
of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn; The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread Nor all the gods beside And then at last our bliss
Longer dare abide, Full and perfect is,
Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : But now begins; for, from this happy day, Our babe, to show his Godhead true, The old Dragon, under ground
Can in his swaddling bands control the damIn straiter limits bound,
ned crew. Not half so far casts his usurped sway; So, when the Sun in bed, And, wroth to see his kingdom fail,
Curtain'd with cloudy red, Swindges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, The oracles are dumb,
The flocking shadows pale No voice or hideous hum
[ceiving. Troop to the infernal jail, Runs through the arched roof in words de- Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave; Apollo from his shrine
And the yellow-skirted Fayes [lov'd maze. Can no more divine,
[leaving. Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moonWith hollow shriek the steep of Delphos But see, the Virgin blest No nightly trance, or breathed spell, [cell. Hath laid her babe to rest; (ending : Inspires the pale-ey'd priests from the prophetic Time is, our tedious song should here have The lonely mountains o’er,
Heaven's youngest-teemed star And the resounding shore,
Hath fix'd her polish'd car, (tending. A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp atFrom haunted spring and dale,
And all about the courtly stable Edg’d with poplar pale,
Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable. The parting genius is with sighing sent;
$ 24. Ode, to the Saviour.
MILMAN. With flower-inwoven tresses torn
-For thou wert born of woman ! thou The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thick
Oh Holiest! to this world of sin and gloom, In consecrated earth,
Not in thy dread omnipotent array ; And on the holy hearth, [night plaint; And not by thunders strew'd
The Lars, and Lemures, 'moan with mid- Was thy tempestuous road; In urns, and altars round,
Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. A drear and dying sound
[quaint; But thee, a soft and naked child, Affrights the Flamens at their service
Thy mother undefild
From off her virgin breast,
The heavens were not commanded to pre. Forsake their temples dim,
canopy of golden air ; : [pare With that twice-batter'd god of Palestine ; Nor stoop'd their lamps th’ enthroned fires And mooned Ashtaroth,
A single silent star (on high : Heaven's queen and mother both,
Came wandering from afar,
[sky; Now sits not girt with taper's holy shine; Gliding uncheck'd and calm along the liquid
The Eastern sages leading on
Each bird his mate; ne any does envie
Their goodly merriment, and gay felicitie.
Right in the middest of that paradise [top The Earth and Ocean were not hush'd to There stood a stately mount, on whose round hear
A gloomy grove of myrtle trees did' rise, Bright harmony from every starry sphere ;
Whose shadie boughs sharp steele did never Nor at thy presence brake the voice of song Nor wicked beasts their tender buds did crop :
lop, From all the cherub choirs,
But, like a girlond compassed the hight, And seraphs' burning lyres, Pour'd thro' the host of heaven the charmed And from their fruitfull sides sweet gumes did clouds along.
That all the ground with precious dew be-
Threw forth most dainty odours, and most
And, in the thickest covert in that shade, That soft Hosanna's tone.
There was a pleasant arbour, not by art, And when thou didst depart, no car of flame But of the trees own inclination made, To bear thee hence in lambent radianceWhich knitting their ranke branches part to came ;
part, Nor visible angels mourn'd with drooping With wanton ivie-twine entail'd athwart, plumes :
And eglantine and caprisfole emong,
[their tombs. That neither Phæbus' beams could through With all thy own redeem'd out bursting from them throng,
[wrong. For thou didst bear away from earth Nor Æolus' sharp blast could work them any But one of human birth,
And all about grew every sort of flowre, The dying felon by thy side, to be To which sad lovers were transform'd of yore; In Paradise with thee.
Fresh Hyacinthus, Phæbus' paramoure, Nor o'er thy cross the clouds of vengeance And dearest love; brake;
Foolish Narcisse, that likes the wat’ry, shore; A little while the conscious earth did shake
Sad Aramanthus, made a flowre but late; At that foul deed by her fierce children done;
Sad Aramanthus, in whose purple gore
Meseemes I see Amintas' wretched fate,
To whom sweet poets verse hath given endless Then bask'd in bright repose beneath the
0 26. Affections.
THEN 'gan the Palmer thus : Most wretched
That to affections does the bridle lend : (man, Upon the sealed stone.
In their beginning they are weak and wan,
But soon, thro' suffrance, growe to fearfull end; And when thou didst arise, thou didst not Whiles they are weak, betimes with them constand
[growe, With Devastation in thy red right hand,
For when they once to perfect strength do Plaguing the guilty city's murtherous crew : Strong warres they make, and cruel batt’ry But thou didst haste to meet
bend Thy mother's coming feet, [few.
'Gainst fort of reason, it to overthrowe: And bear the words of peace unto the faithful Wrath, jealousy, grief, love, this 'squire have Then calmly, slowly didst thou rise
laid thus lowe. Into thy native skies,
Wrath, jealousy, grief, love, do thus expell :
Wrath is a fire, and jealousy a weed;
Grief is a flood, and love a monster fell; VARIOUS DESCRIPTIONS FROM
The fire of sparke, the weed of little seed, SPENSER
The flood of drops, the monster filth did breed :
But sparks, seed, drops, and filth do thús Ø 25. Adonis's Garden.
[outweed, But were it not that Time their troubler is, The sparks soon quench, the springing seed All that in this delightful garden grows The drops dry up, and filth wipe clean away;
Should happy be, and have immortal bliss : So shall wrath, jealousy, grief, love, die and For here all plenty and all pleasure flowes,
decay. And sweet love 'gentle 'fits emongst them throws;
$ 27. Ambition. Without fell' rancour, or fond jealousie ; A ROUT of people there assembled were, Frankly each paramour his leman knows, Of every sort and nation under sky,
Vol. vi. Nos. 89 & 90.
Which with great uprore preassed, to draw | And all within with flowres was garnished
That, when mild Zephyrus amongst them To th' upper part, where was advanced hie
[colors shew. A stately seat of soveraigne majestie
Did breathe out bounteous smells, and painted And tbereon sate a woman gorgeous gay, And richly clad in robes of royaltie.
0 29. Avarice. That never earthly prince in such array AND greedy Avarice by him did ride, His glory did enchaunce, and pompous pride Upon a camel loaden all with gold; display.
Two iron coffers hung on either side, Her face right wondrous faire did seem to be, With precious metall full as they might hold, That her broad beauties beam great brightness And in his lap a heap of coin he told; threw
[might see : For of his wicked pelf his god he made, Through the dim shade, that all men here And unto hell himself for money sold : Yet was not that same her own native hew, Accursed usury was all his trade, (waide. But wrought by art ; and counterfeited And right and wrong ylike in equall balance shew,
At last he came into a gloomy glade, slight, Thereby more lovers unto her to call; Nath'less, more heavenly faire in deed and Cover'd with boughs and shrubs from heaven's She by creation was, till she did fall ; [view An uncouth, salvage, and uncivill wight,
Whereas he sitting found, in secret shade, Thenceforth she sought for helps to cloke of griesly hew, and foul ill-favour'd sight; her crimes withall.
His face with smoake was tann'd, and eyes There, as in glist'ring glory she did sit,
were blear'd; She held a great gold chain ylinked well,
His head and beard with soot were ill bedight; Whose upper end to highest heaven was
His coale-black hands did seem to have been knit,
sear'd And lower part did reach to lowest hell;
[claws appear’d. And all that prease did round about her swell
, In smithe’s fire-speting forge, and nails like To catchen hold of that long chaine, thereby His iron coat, all overgrown with rust, To climb aloft, and others to excell; Was underneath enveloped with gold, dust,
That was Ambition, rash desire to stie ; Whose glist’ring gloss, darken'd with filthy And ev'ry link thereof a step of dignitie. Well it appeared to have been of old
Some thought to raise themselves to high A work of rich entaile, and curious mould, By riches and unrighteous reward ; [degree Woven with anticks, and wild imagery ; Some by close should'ring, some by flat- And in his lap a mass of coine he told, teree;
And turn'd upside down, to feed his eye, Others through friends, others for base reward ; And covetous desire, with his huge treasury. And all, by wrong ways, for themselves prepar'd.
And round about him lay, on every side,
[lowe; Those that were up themselves, kept others Great heaps of gold, that never could be spent; Those that were lowe themselves held others
Of which, some were ore not purifide hard,
Of Mulciber's devouring element ; Ne suffer'd them to rise, or greater growe;
Some others were new driven, and distent But every one did strive his fellow down to
Into great ingots, and to wedges square ; throwe.
Some in round plates withouten monument ; O sacred hunger of ambitious mindes,
But most were stampt, and in their metall
bare And impotent desire of men to raigne !
[and rare. Who neither dread of God, that devils The antick shapes of kings and Cæsars strange bindes,
0 30. Bashfulness. Nor lawes of men that commonweals containe, Nor bands of nature, that wild beasts restraine,
TAE whiles the fairie knight did entertaine Can keep from outrage, and from doing Another damsel of that gentle crew wrong,
That was right faire, and modest of demaine, Where they may hope a kingdom to obtaine, But that too oft she chang’d her native hue.
No faith so firm, no trust can be so strong, Strange was her tire, and all her garments blue, No love so lasting then, that may enduren long.
Close round about her tuckt, with many a
plight: 0 28. Arbour.
Upon her fist, the bird that shunneth view, AND over him art striveing to compaire
And keeps in coverts close from living With nature, did an arbour green dispred,
[dight. Framed with wanton ivie, flowering faire, Did sit, as if asham'd how rude Dan did her Through which the fragrant eglantine did So long as Guyon with her commun'd, spred
Unto the ground she cast her modest eye, His pricking armes, entayld with roses red, And ever and anone, with rosie red, Which dainty ndours round about him The bashfull blood her snowy cheeks did die,
And her became as polish'd ivorie,