But who can blame them now? for since you're gone They're here the only Fair, and shine alone. You did their natural rights invade : Wherever you did walk or sit The thickest boughs could make no shade The fairest flowers could please no more, near you, Whene'er, then, you come hither, that shall be "Tis The little joys, which here are now, you the best of seasons with you bring; This is for beasts, and that for men, the Spring. 20 30 ANDREW MARVELL (1621-1678) was noted both as Puritan and Royalist. In his youth he spent some years on the Continent, and among his earliest works are two satires on Richard Flecknoe, the Irish poetaster, whom he met in Rome. About 1650 he became tutor to the daughter of Lord Fairfax, and he spent the next year or two at Nun Appleton, in Yorkshire. To this period belong his poems in praise of country life and retirement. Three years later he applied for a post under the Commonwealth, and, on Milton's recommendation, was made assistant-secretary for foreign tongues, and was also appointed tutor to Cromwell's ward, William Dutton. In 1657 he became Milton's colleague in the Latin secretaryship, and a little later was given official lodgings in Whitehall. He wrote several poems on the Lord Protector, but only one of them was published before the Restoration, and he continued his political life under Charles II. In 1661 he was for the third time elected member for his native city, Hull, and in 1663 he accompanied Lord Carlisle as secretary during his foreign embassy. It is said that Milton's impunity after the Restoration was largely owing to the influence of Marvell. His letters show considerable political insight and sound judgement. His satires reflecting on the policy of the king were circulated privately, but on the question of religious toleration Marvell openly declared himself on the side of the Nonconformists, and in 1672-3 he published the two parts of The Rehearsal Transprosed, a satire attack upon the Anglican champion, Parker (afterwards Bishop of Oxford). Two other controversial pamphlets followed. In 1677 a great sensation was created by the anonymous publication of An Account of the Growth of Popery and Arbitrary Government in England. £100 was offered for the discovery of the author, but Marvell's death occurred before any steps could be taken. THOUGHTS IN A GARDEN How vainly men themselves amaze Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, To this delicious solitude. What wondrous life is this I lead ! 10 2 The luscious clusters of the vine Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less The mind, that ocean where each kind To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, 20 30 And, till prepared for longer flight, 40 Such was that happy Garden-state While man there walk'd without a mate: After a place so pure and sweet, What other help could yet be meet! But 'twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there : Two paradises 'twere in one, How well the skilful gardener drew 50 Where, from above, the milder sun How could such sweet and wholesome hours HENRY VAUGHAN (1622-1695) was a Welshman, and was educated at Jesus College, Oxford. He studied first law and then medicine, and began to practise as a physician about 1645. In 1646 he published a small volume entitled 'Poems, with the Tenth Satyre of Juvenal Englished'. Another volume, Olor Iscanus: a Collection of some select Poems and Translations,' was probably written in 1647, but was not published until 1651, when it was printed by his brother. Vaughan fell much under the influence of George Herbert, and in 1650 appeared 'Silex Scintillans: or Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations', which was followed by a second part in 1655. He also wrote a small volume of devotion in prose: The Mount of Olives. In 1678 Thalia Rediviva was published, and with it several other poems by Vaughan and a few pieces by his twin-brother, Thomas. THE NIGHT JOHN III. 2 THROUGH that pure virgin shrine, That sacred veil drawn o'er Thy glorious noon, Wise Nicodemus saw such light As made him know his God by night. Most blest believer he! Who in that land of darkness and blind eyes And, what can never more be done, 10 Oh, who will tell me where He found Thee at that dead and silent hour? Within whose sacred leaves did lie No mercy-seat of gold, No dead and dusty cherub, nor carved stone, Where trees and herbs did watch and peep Dear Night! this world's defeat; The stop to busy fools; care's cheek and curb; Which none disturb! Christ's progress and His prayer-time; The hours to which high Heaven doth chime. God's silent, searching flight; When my Lord's head is filled with dew, and all His still, soft call; His knocking-time; the soul's dumb-watch, Where all my loud, evil days Calm and unhaunted as is thy dark tent, Whose peace but by some angel's wing or voice Is seldom rent; Then I in heaven all the long year Would keep, and never wander here. 20 30 40 |