Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share Who are so wondrous sweet and fair. FROM HIS MAJESTY'S ESCAPE AT ST. ANDREWS.' 1623 While to his harp divine Arion sings The loves and conquests of our Albion kings; Have power to alter the decrees of fate, And change again the counsels of our state. TO ONE WHO WROTE AGAINST A FAIR LADY. What fury has provoked thy wit to dare With Diomede to wound the Queen of Love? Not the just Pallas in thy breast did move ; She gave assistance to his Trojan foe; While after her the gazing world does move; Hast thou not read of fairy Arthur's shield, Heaven he obliged that placed her in the skies, Rewarding Phoebus for inspiring so His noble brain, by likening to those eyes His joyful beams, but Phoebus is thy foe, And neither aids thy fancy nor thy sight, So ill thou rhym'st against so fair a light. THE BUD. Lately on yonder swelling bush And did but half itself disclose; Still as I did the leaves inspire, With such a purple light they shone If our loose breath so much can do, What may the same informed of love,— Of purest love and music too, When Flavia it aspires to move; When that which lifeless buds persuades To wax more soft, her youth invades ? THE MARRIAGE OF THE DWARFS. Design or chance makes others wive, To him, for whom Heaven seemed to frame Thrice happy is that humble pair, As if the world held none but them. To him the fairest nymphs do show Like moving mountains topped with snow, Doth to his Galatea seem; None may presume her faith to prove, As love has me for only you. FROM THE BATTLE OF THE SUMMER'S ISLANDS.' Such is the mould that the blest tenant feeds And with potatoes fat their wanton swine; Invoke the Muses, and improve my vein ! No passion there in my free breast should move, None but the sweetest, best of passions, love! There while I sing, if gentle Love be by, That tunes my lute, and winds the strings so high; With the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name, I'll make the listening savages grow tame :— But while I do these pleasing dreams indite, I am diverted from the promised fight. SIR JOHN DENHAM. [SIR JOHN DENHAM was born in Dublin in 1615. He took a prominent part in public affairs, acting for the King in several capacities; and after many vicissitudes of fortune he died at Whitehall on the 10th of April, 1668. He published The Sophy, a tragedy, in 1641, and Cooper's Hill, anonymously, in the same year.] Denham was the first writer to adopt the precise manner of versification introduced by Waller. His relation to that poet resembles that taken a century later by Mason with respect to Gray, but Denham is a more original writer than Mason. The names of Waller and Denham were first associated by Dryden, and the critics of the next sixty years were unanimous in eulogizing the sweetness of the one, and the strength of the other. It is quite true that the versification of Denham is vigorous; it proceeds with greater volume than that of Waller, and produces a stronger impression. But he is a very unequal and irregular writer, and not unfrequently descends to doggerel, and very dull doggerel too. His literary taste was superior to his genius; he knew what effect he desired to produce, and strove to conquer the difficulties of antithesis, but the result of his effort was rarely classic. He takes the same place in English poetry as is taken in French by Chapelain and other hard versifiers of the beginning of the seventeenth century, who had lost the romantic fervour and had not yet gained the classic grace. But, like those poets, he has his fine flashes of style. The works of Denham are small in extent. They consist of The Sophy, a languid tragedy of Turkish misrule; Cooper's Hill, a topographical poem, The Destruction of Troy, an insignificant paraphrase of part of the Eneid; and a selection of miscellaneous pieces. These latter, and Cooper's Hill, are all that need attract critical attention. The reputation of the last-mentioned poem rests almost entirely upon its famous quatrain :— |