For all the tears e'er sorrow drew, That throbs through bard in bard-like mood, In one spring-tide of ecstasy! it may not last The vision of enchantment's past: Prompt on unequal tasks to run, In plucking from yon fen the reed, With which the milkmaid cheers her way She trips it down the uneven dale: Mecter for me, by yonder cairn, But thou, my friend, can'st fitly tell, Despising spells and demons' force, Holds converse with the unburied corse;1 The mightiest chiefs of British song 'See Appendix, Note A. "See Appendix, Note B. 1 They gleam through Spenser's elfin dream, Had raised the Table Round again,' Dryden's melancholy account of his projected Epic Poem, blasted by the selfish and sordid parsimony of his patrons, is contained in an "Essay on Satire," addressed to the Earl of Dorset, and prefixed to the Translation of Juvenal. After mentioning a plan of supplying machinery from the guardian angels of kingdoms, mentioned in the Book of Daniel, he adds, 66 Thus, my lord, I have, as briefly as I could, given your lordship, and by you the world, a rude draught of what I have been long labouring in my imagination, and what I had intended to have put in practice; (though far unable for the attempt of such a poem ;) and to have left the stage, to which my genius never much inclined me, for a work which would have taken up my life in the performance of it. This, too, I had intended chiefly for the honour of my native country, to which a poet is particularly obliged. Of two subjects, both relating to it, I was doubtful whether I should choose that of King Arthur conquering the Saxons, which, being farther distant in time, gives the greater scope to my invention; or that of Edward the Black Prince, in subduing Spain, and restoring it to the lawful prince, though a great tyrant, Don Pedro the Cruel; which, for the compass of time, including only the expedition of one year, for the greatness of the action, and its answerable event, for the magnanimity of the English hero, opposed to the ingratitude of the person whom he restored, and for the many beautiful episodes which I had interwoven with the principal design, together with the characters of the chiefest English persons, (wheréin, after Virgil and Spenser, I would have taken occasion to represent my living friends and patrons of the noblest families, and also shadowed the events of future ages in the succession of our imperial line,)— with these helps, and those of the machines which I have mentioned, I might perhaps have done as well as some of my predecessors, or at least chalked out a way for others to amend my errors in a like design; but being encouraged only with fair But that a ribald King and Court Fit for their souls, a looser lay, The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line. Warm'd by such names, well may we then, Though dwindled sons of little men, Essay to break a feeble lance In the fair fields of old romance; Where long through talisman and spell, On venturous quest to prick again, Shield, lance, and brand, and plume and scarf, words by King Charles II., my little salary ill paid, and no pros pect of a future subsistence, I was then discouraged in the beginning of my attempt; and now age has overtaken me, and want, a more insufferable evil, through the change of the times, has wholly disabled me." Attention, with fix'd eye; and Fear, That loves the tale she shrinks to hear; Well has thy fair achievement shown, A worthy meed may thus be won; Ytene's1 oaks-beneath whose shade Their theme the merry minstrels made, Of Ascapart, and Bevis bold," And that Red King, who, while of old, 1 The New Forest in Hampshire, anciently so called. "The "History of Bevis of Hampton" is abridged by my friend Mr. George Ellis, with that liveliness which extracts amusement even out of the most rude and unpromising of our old tales of chivalry. Ascapart, a most important personage in the romance. is thus described in an extract:— "This geaunt was mighty and strong, He was bristled like a sow; A foot he had between each brow; His lips were great, and hung aside; His eyen were hollow, his mouth was wide; Lothly he was to look on than, And liker a devil than a man. His staff was a young oak, Hard and heavy was his stroke." Specimens of Metrical Romances, vol. ii. p. 136, I am happy to say, that the memory of Sir Bevis is still fragrant in his town of Southampton; the gate of which is sentineled by the effigies of that doughty knight-crrant and his gigantic associate. William Rufus. |