She sings thy tears asleep, and dips Yet when young April's husband-showers To Thee, meek Majesty! soft King Of simple graces and sweet loves; Each of us his lamb will bring, Each his pair of silver doves*. And what a bright vein of imagination runs through his Hymn to the Morning : O Thou Bright Lady of the morn! pity doth lie So warm in thy soft breast, it cannot die Have mercy then, and when he next shall rise O meet the angry God, invade his eyes. At th' oriental gates, and duly mock And the same rosy-fingered hand of thine, That shuts night's dying eyes, shall open mine; Was ever known to be thy votary. No more my pillow shall thine altar be, Again a fresh child of the buxom morn, Heir of the Sun's first beams, why threat'st thou so? > * Several lines are omitted. Bestow thy poppy upon wakeful woe, Sickness and sorrow, whose pale lids ne'er know Shut in their tears, shut out their miseries! I have already extracted largely from Crashaw's poetry, or it would be easy to multiply instances of new and pleasing similes, and metaphors most ingeniously constructed. He was not always the stringer of pretty beads. His character of true poetic genius contrasted with his own, is very noble : No rapture makes it live Drest in the glorious madness of a muse, Her starry throne, and hold up an exalted arm Between his Latin and English poems there is very little difference. In the versification he appears to have imitated the epigrammatic turns of Martial : IN S. COLUMBAM AD CHRISTI CAPUT SEDENTEM. Qua ludit densæ blandior umbra comæ- TO THE SACRED DOVE ALIGHTING ON THE HEAD OF CHRIST*. O Jesus, hovering o'er thy hallowed head, Within thy hair's sweet shade, it seeks a nest. *In these translations I have endeavoured to be as literal as possible. There does it breathe a mystic song to Thee, IN CETUM OMNIUM SANCTORUM. O quæ palma manu ridet! quæ fronte corona! Vos Agni dulcis lumina : vos-quid ago? TO THE ASSEMBLY OF ALL THE SAINTS. The palm blooms in each hand, the garland on each brow, The regions of unfading Peace ye see, And the meek brightness of the Lamb-how different from me! And The name of Cowley is associated with the history of Crashaw; he spoke of himself as one whom Crashaw was so humble to esteem, so good to love." Crashaw, when he sent "two green apricots" to his friend, poured out the sincere praise of his attachment. He was considered an imitator of Cowley, but they resembled each other only in their love of conceits. Cowley's boyish rhymes, a modern critic cannot be Of required to say any thing; for even the author professed himself unwilling to be obliged to read them all over. Yet his Poetical Blossoms were the offspring of a tree that might have produced golden fruit, if he had not liked better to carve its branches into quaint devices, than suffer them to spread into verdant strength. His was, indeed, a case of mental perversion; the ruggedness of his lines, and the eccentricity of his imagery, are affirmed by his flattering biographer, Dr. Sprat, to have been "his choice, not his fault." The writer of the raciest and clearest prose sank into a mysterious expounder of the idlest trifles. His sacred poetry has been criticised by Johnson. The Davideis, his most ambitious attempt, was composed while he was a student at Cambridge. No one ever dreams that it was inspired by the Faery Queen, which used to lie in the window-seat of his father's house, or that Milton deemed the poet worthy of being admitted into the triumvirate, of which Spenser and Shakspeare were members. Fuller said of an ornamental writer, that the extravagance of his fancy had introduced a new alphabet; and Cowley sought to effect a similar change in the language of poetry. He had wandered in the labyrinth until he preferred it to the open country. Difficulty was become essential to his amusement. But we lose sight of the faults of the bard, in the truth and generosity of the Christian; and Chertsey, where The last accents flowed from Cowley's tongue, will continue to draw many footsteps to its honoured neighbourhood. 326 MORE, NORRIS, BEAUMONT, FLATMAN. Of the fellow-collegian and friend of Milton, a notice will not be uninteresting. HENRY MORE was born at Grantham, in Lincolnshire, on the 12th of October, 1614. His parents, who were rigid Calvinists, placed him under the care of a private tutor of their own persuasion, with whom he remained till his fourteenth year, when, by the advice of his uncle, he was removed to Eton, with strict injunctions to preserve his religious tenets. But More soon began to manifest an antipathy to the doctrines of Calvin. These symptoms of dissatisfaction did not escape the observation of his uncle, who expressed his displeasure in very angry terms. More was not an ordinary boy, and the threats of his relation only stimulated him to a deeper investigation of the belief in which he had been educated. Often, he tells us, while he took his solitary walk in the play-ground of the school, with his head on one side, and kicking the stones with his feet, as he was wont to do, the subject of religion occupied his thoughts; for even in my first childhood, he continues, an inward sense of the Divine Presence was so strong upon my mind, that I did then believe that there could no deed, word, or thought, be hidden from Him. From Eton, where he stayed three years, he was sent to Christ's College, Cambridge, and to his great delight was admitted under a tutor who was not a Calvinist. Here he immersed himself head over ears* in the study of philosophy, and devoted nearly four years to the * His own phrase. |