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be the most important of his many and great disco- Where proofs jnstly do teach, thus matcht, such worth to be bought veries. No praise can add to his deserved celebrity.
Let r.ot a Puppet abuse thy sprite, Kings' Crowns do not belp them Note 11, page 597, col. 1.
From the cruel headach, nor shoes of gold do the gout heal;
And precious Couches full oft are sbak't with a feaver.
If then a hodily evil in a bodily gloze be not hidden,
Shall such morning dews be an ease to the heat of a love's fire? The act of suicide is very far from being so certain au indication of insanily as it is usually considered by our inquests. But in the case of Chatterton, it was the luis hexameters, as more uplike their model; for, in our
Sidney's pentameters appear even more uncouth than manifestation of an hereditary disease. There was a pronunciation, the Latin pentameter reads as if it ended madness in his family. His only sister, during one part with two trochiees. of lier life, was under confinement.
Fortune, Nature, Love, long have contended about me, The law respecting suicide is a most barbarous one;
Which sbould most miseries cast on a worm that I am. and of late years has never been carried into effect Fortane i hus gan say, misery and misfortune is all one, without exciting horror and disgust. It might be a sa- And of misfortune, fortune bath only the gift. Jutary enactment, that all suicides should be given up with strong foes on land, on sea with contrary tompests. for dissection. This would certainly prevent many wo
Still do I cross this wretch what so be taketh in hand.
Tush, tusli, said Naturo, this is all but a trifle, a man's self, men from committing self-murder, and possibly might
Gires baps or misbaps, even as he ordereth his heart. in time be useful to physiology.
But so his humor I frame, in a mould of choler adusted,
That the delights of life shall be to him dolorous.
Love smiled, and thus said ; What joyn'd to desire is unhappy:
But if he nought do desire, what can Heraclitus ail?
None but I work by desire : by desire baso I kindled in his soul In one of his few intervals of sanity, after the death
Infernal agonies into a beauty divine: of this beloved daughter, the late King gave orders, Where thou poor Nature left'st all thy due glory, to Fortuna that a monument should be erected to the memory of
Her vertue is sovcraign, Fortune a vassal of hers.
Nature alasht went lack: Fortune blusht: yet she replied thus: one of her attendants, in St George's Chapel, with the
And even in that love shall I reserve him a spite. following inscription :
Thus, thus, alas! woful by Yature, unhappy by Fortune;
But most wretched I am, now love awakes my desire.
Sidney has also given examples in his Arcadia of the body of MAY GASCOIGJE, Servant to the Princess ANELIA;
Anacreontic, Phaleucian, Sapphic, and Asclepiad verse, and this stono
all written upon the same erroneous principle. Those to be inscribed in testimony of his grateful
persons who consider it ridiculous to write English
verses upon any scheme of Latin versification, may perof the faithful services and attachment
haps be surprised to learn that they have read, as of an amiablo Young Woman to his beloved Daughter,
blank verse, many lines which are perfect Sapphics or whom she survived only three months.
Phalcucians. Rowe's tragedies are full of such lines. She died 19th of February 181. This may probably be considered as the last act of
The Censura Literaria supplies me with two choice his life;-a very affecting one it is, and worthy of re- samples of Stanihurst's Virgil. membrance. Such a monument is more honourable to the King, hy whom it was set up, than if he had erect
Neere joynctlye brayeth with ruffleryo' rumboled Etna :
Soomtymo owt it bolcketha from bulck clowds grimly bedimmed ed a pyramid.
Like fyerd pitcbe skorching, or flash flame sulphurus heating:
Ragd rocks, up raking, and guts of mounten yrented
From roote up ho jogletb: stoans hudge slag' molten be rowseth,
With route sport crumbling, in bottom flash furie kindling. The annexed Specimens of Sir Philip Sidncy's hexa- Men say that Enceladus, with bolt haulf blastod, here harbrought, meters will sufficiently cvince that the failure of the Dingd' with this squisings and massive burthen of Ætda,
Which pres on bim nailed, from broached chimneys stil heateth: attempt to naturalize this fine measure in his days, was As oft as the giant his brold 6 syds croompeled altreth, owing to the manner in which the attempt was made, So oft Sicil al shivereth, therewith flaks smoakye bo sparekled', not to the measure itself.
T'ward Sicil is seated, to the welkin loftily peaking, First shall fertile grounds not yield increase of a good sced. A soyl, ycleapt Liparen, from whence with flounce furye flinging, First the rivera shall cease to repay their floods to the ocean: Stoans and burlye bulets, like tampounds, maynelyc hetowring. First may a trusty greyhound transform himself to a liger.
Under is a kennel, wheare chymneys fyryo be scor, bing First shall verlue be vice, and beauty be counted a blemish; of Cyclopan tosters, with rent rocks chamferye sharded, Ere that I leave with song of praise her praise to solemnize, Lowd rub a dub tabering with frapping rip rap of Xina. Her praiso, whence to the world all praise bath his only beginning: In the den are dramming gads of steele, parchfalse sparckling, But yet well I do find each man most wise in his own case.
And flam's fierclye glowing, from furnace flashye he wbisking. Xone can speak of a wound with skill, if he have not a wound felt : Vulcan his hoate ford ghartb, named eke thee Vulcian Island. Grent to theo my state seems, thy state is blest hy my judyment: Doon from the hev'nlye palace travayled the firye God hither. And yet neither of us great or blest deemeth his own self,
In this cave tho rakebels yr'ne bars, bigce bulcked ar hamring, For yet (weigh this, alas :) great is not great to the greater.
Brontes and Steropes, with baerlym swartie Pyracmon. What jadge you doth a hillock show, by the lofty Olympus ? These thre nere upbotching, not shaple, but partlye wel onward, Such my minuto greainess doth ssem compard to the greatest. When Codars to the ground foll down by the weight of an Emmet, • Ruffling seems to be turbulent noise. A ruffler was formerly a Or when a rich Rubie's price be the worth of a Walnut,
boisterous bully. Or to the Sun for wonders seem small sparks of a candle:
2 To bolck or boke, is ructare. Then by my high Celar, rich Rabie, and only shining Sun,
1 Slag is the dross of iron. * Dash'd down. Vertucs, riches, heauties of mine shall great be reputed.
ki, e. Broiled sides crumpled. Oh, no, no, worthy Shepherd, 'worth can never enter a title,
A elapping fior-bolt (such as oft with rounce rebel bobble, side, hath both the male, as Bon Son; and the Female,
as Plaise, Taise, but the Sdrucciola he hath not, where
too much enlarged.» With peale meale ramping, with thwick tbwack sturdilye thundering
The French attempted to introduce the ancient meStanihurst's Virgil is certainly one of those curiosities
tres some years before the trial was made in England. in our literature which ought to be reprinted. Yet notwithstanding the almost incredible absurdity of this Pasquier says, that Estienne Jodelle led the way in the version, Stanidurst is entitled to an honourable remein- year 1553, by this distich upon the poems of Olivier de brance for the part which he contributed to Rolinshed's Maigny, « lequel,» he adds, « est vrayement une petir
chef d'æuvre.» Collection of Chronicles. None of our chroniclers possessed a mind better stored, nor an intellect more per- Phæbus, Amour, Cspris, veut sauver, nourrir et orber
Top vers et chef, d'umbre, de flamme, de fleurs. petually on the alert.
Pasquier himself, three years afterwards, at the soli
citation of a friend, produced the following « essay de Sidney, who failed so entirely in writing hexameters,
plus longue haleine.» has written concerning them, in his Defence of Poesie, with the good sense and propriety of thought by which Rien ne mo plaist sinon de te chanter, et servir et order :
Rien ne te plaist mon bien, rien ne te plaist que ma mort. that beautiful treatise is distinguished. Let me not be
Plus je requiers, et plus je me tiens seur d'estre refusé, thought to disparage this admirable man and delightful
Et ce refus pourtant poivt ne me semble refus. writer, because it has been necessary for me to show trompeurs attraicis, desir ardent, proinple volonus, the cause of his failure in an attempt 'wherein I have Espoir, non espoir, aios miserable pipeur. now followed him. I should not forgive myself, were
Discours mensongers, trahistreur oeil, aspre cruauté,
Qui mu ruine le corps, qui me ruine le cerur. I ever to mention Sidney without an expression of re- Pourquoy cant de faveurs i'ont les cieux mis à l'abandon, verence and love.
Ou pourquoy dans moy si violente fureur ! « Of versifying,» he says, “there are two sorts, the si vaine est ma fureur, si vain est tout ce que des cieux
Tu tiens, s'en toy gist cette cruelle rigeur: one ancient, the other modern; the ancient marked
Dieux patrons de l'amour bannissez d'elle la beauté, the quantity of each syllable, and, according to that, Ou bien l'accouple, d'une amiable pitié ; framed his verse; the modern, observing only number, Ou si dans le miel vous meslez un venimeur fiel, with some regard of the accent; the chief life of it Vueillez Dieux que l'amour r'entre dedans le chaos :
Commandez que le froid, l'eau, l'Est, l'humide, l'ardeur: standeth in that like sounding of the words, which we
Brief que ce tout par tout tende à l'abisme de tous, call Rhyme. Whether of these be the more excellent, Pour tinir ma douleur, pour finir cette cruauté, would bear many speeches, the ancient, no doubt, more Qui me ruine le corps, qui me suine le cerur. fit for musick, both words and time observing quan
Von belas que ce rond soit tout un sans se rechanger, tity, and more fit, lively to express divers passions by rais quo ma Sourdo se change, et plus douce escule les rois,
Mai: que ma Sourde se change, on do face, ou de façons : the low or lofty sound of the well-weighed syllable. Voix que je seme criant, vois que je seme, riant, The latter likewise with his Rhyme striketh a certain Et que le fou du froid decormais puisse triompher, musick to the ear; and, in fine, since it doth delight, Ainsi s'assopira mon tourment
, et la cruauió
Et que lo froid au feu perde sa lente vigeur : though by another way, it obtaineth the same purpose,
Qui me ruine le corps, qui me ruine le caror. there being in either sweetness, and wanting in neither majesty. Truly the English, before any vulgar lan
« Je ne dy pas,» says the author, « que ces vers soient guage I know, is fit for both sorts ; for, for the ancient, de quelque valeur, aussi ne les mets-je icy sur la monthe Italian is so full of vowels, that it must ever be stre en intention qu'on les trouve tels; mais bien estimecumbered with elisions: the Dutch so, of the other je qu'ils sont autant fluides que les Latins, et à tant side, with consonants, that they cannot yield the sweet venx-je que l'on pense nostre vulgaire estre aucunesliding, fit for a verse. The French, in his whole lan- ment capable de ce subject.» Pasquier's verses were guage,
hath not one word that hath his accent in the not published till many years after they were written; Jast syllable, saving two, called Antepenultima; and
and in the meantime Jean Antoine de Bajf made the little more bath the Spanish, and therefore very grace attempt upon a larger scale, -« toutesfois,» says PasJessly may they use Dactyls; the English is subject 10 quier, «
«en ce subject si mauvais parrain que non seulenone of these defects. Now for Rhyme, though we do
nient il ne fut suivy d'aucun, mais au contraire desnot observe quantity, yet we observe the accent very couragea un chacun de s'y employer. D'autant que precisely, which other languages either cannot do, or
tout ce qu'il en fit estoit tant despourveu de cette naifwill not do so absolutely.
veté qui doit accompagner nos auvres, qu'aussi tost
que « That Cesura, or breathing-place, in the midst of the cette sienne poesie voit la lumière, elle mourut comme verse, neither Italian nor Spanish have; the French and
un avorton. The Abbé Goujet, therefore, had no reawe never almost fail of. Lastly, the very Rhyme itself son to represent this attempt as a proof of the bad taste Ilie Italian cannot put in the last syliable, by the French of the age: the bad taste of an age is proved, when vinamed the Masculine Rhyme, but still in the next to
cious compositions are applauded, not wben they are the last, which the French call the female, or the next unsuccessful. Jean Antoine de Baif is the writer of before that, which the Italian call Sdrucciola: the ex
whom the Cardinal du Perron said «qu'il étoit bon ample of the former, is Buono Suono : of the Sdruc-| homme, mais qu'il étoit méchant poëte François. ciola, is Femina Semina. The French, on the other
I subjoin a specimen of Spanish Hexameters, from an Eclogue by D. Esteban de Villegas, a poet of great and deserved estimation in his own country.
Que presto, inspirando Pean con amigo Coturno,
Licidas y Coridon, Coridon el amante de Filis,
que vibrando fuego feroz la Canicula ladra,
Tú, que los ergaidos sobrepajas del hondo Timavo
It is admitted by the Spaniards, that the fitness of their language for the hexameter lias been established by Villegas; his success, however, did not induce other poets to follow the example. I know not whom it was that he followed, for he was not the first to make the attempt. Neither do I know whether it was ever made in Portuguese, except in some verses upon St Ursula and the Eleven Thousand Virgins, which are Latin as well as Portuguese, and were written as a whimsical proof of the affinity of the two languages. I have found no specimens in Italian. The complete success of the metre in Germany is well known. The Bohemians have learnt the tune, and liave, like their neighbours, a translation of the Iliad in the measure of the original. This I learn accidentally from a Bohemian grammar; which shows me also, that the Bohemians make a dactyl of Achilles, probably because they pronounce the x with a strong aspirate.
Nos bæc novimus esse nihil.
TO EDITH SOUTHEY.
THE TRIUMPH OF WOMAN.
The Subject of the following Poem may be found in the Third and Fourth Chapters of the First Book of Esdras.
Wira way-worn feet, a traveller woe-begone,
Beguiled the solitary hours with song.
Yet often pluck'd I, as I past along,
And sometimes unreflecting as a child Entwined the weeds which pleased a random eye.
Take thou the wreath, Beloved! it is wild
And rudely garlanded; yet scorn not thou
Amid gay flowers its melancholy leaves,
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost
TO MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT.
Tue lily cheek, the « purple light of love,»
Darius gives the feast; to Persia's court, Awed by his will, the obedient throng resort : Attending Satraps swell their prince's pride, And vanquishid Monarchs grace the Conqueror's side. No more the Warrior wears the garb of war, Girds on the sword, or mounts the scythed car; No more Judæa's sons dejected go, And hang the head, and heave the sigh of woc. From Persia's rugged hills descend the train, From where Orontes foams along the plain,
From where Choaspes rolls his royal waves,
<< And while,» his friend replied, « in state alone, And India sends her sons, submissive slaves.
Lord of the earth, Darius fills the throne, Thy daughters, Babylon, for this high feast
Be yours the mighty power of Wine to sing, Weave the loose robe, and paint the flowery vest, My lute shall sound the praise of Persia's King.» With roseate wreaths they braid the glossy hair, They linge the cheek which nature form'd so fair, To them Zorobabel : « On themes like these Learn the soft step, the soul-subduing glance, Seek ye the Monarch of Mankind to please : Melt in the song, and swim adown the dance,
To Wine superior, or to Power's strong arms, Exalted on the Monarch's golden throne,
Be mine to sing resistless Woman's charms. In royal state the fair Apame shone;
To him victorious in the rival lays Her form of majesty, her eyes of fire,
Shall jusi Darius give the meed of praise ; Chill with respect, or kindle with desire.
The purple robe his honour'd frame shall fold, The admiring multitude her charms adore,
The beverage sparkle in his cup of gold; And own her worthy of the rank she bore.
A golden couch support his bed of rest,
The chain of honour grace his favour'd breast ; Now on his couch reclined Darius lay,
His the rich turban, his the car's array, Tired with the coilsome pleasures of the day;
O'er Babylon's high wall to wheel its way, Without Judæa's watchful sons await,
And for his wisdom seated on the throne, To guard the sleeping idol of the state.
For the King's Cousin shall the Bard be known.>> Three youths were these of Judal's royal race, Three youths whom Nature dower'd with every grace,
Intent they meditate the future lay, To each the form of symmetry she gave,
And watch impatient for the dawn of day. And haughty genius curs'd each favourite slave;
The morn rose clear, and shrill were heard the flute, These fill'd the cup, around the Monarch kept,
The cornet, sackbut, dulcimer, and lute; Served when he spake, and guarded while he slept.
To Babylon's gay streets the throng resort,
Swarm through the gates, and fill the festive court. Yet oft for Salem's hallow'd towers laid low High on his throne Darius tower'd in pride, The sigh would heave, the unbidden tear would flow; The fair Apame graced the Sovereign's side : And when the dull and wearying round of power
And now she smiled, and now with mimic frown Allow'd Zorobabel one vacant hour,
Placed on her brow the Monarch's sacred crown. lle loved on Babylon's high wall to roam,
In transport o'er her faultless form he bends,
Loves every look, and every act commends.
And now Darius bids the herald call
Judæa's Bards to grace the thronging hall.
And then the Hebrew gently touch'd the lute:
When the Traveller on his way,
Who has toil'd the livelong day; And these proud heathen mock their captives' woe.
Feels around on every side While Cyrus triumphed here in victor state
The chilly mists of eventide, A brighter prospect cheer'd our exiled fate;
Fatigued and faint his weary mind Our sacred walls again he bade us raise,
Recurs to all he leaves behind; And to Jehovah rear the pile of praise.
He thinks upon the well-trimm'd hearth, Quickly these fond hopes faded from our eyes,
The evening hour of social mirth. As the frail sun that gilds the wintry skies,
And her who at departing day And spreads a moment's radiance o'er the plain,
Weeps for her husband far away. Soon hid by clouds which dim the scene again,
Oh give to him the flowing bowl!
Bid it renovate his soul! Opprest by Artaxerxes' jealous reign,
Then shall sorrow sink to sleep, We vainly pleaded here, and wept in vain.
And he who wept no more shall weep; Now when Darius, chief of mild command,
For his care-clouded brow shall clear, Bids joy and pleasure fill the festive land,
And his glad eye will sparkle through the tear. Still shall we droop the head in sullen grief, And sternly silent shun to seek relief?
When the poor man heart-opprest What if amid the Monarch's mirthful throng
Betakes him to his evening rest, Our harps should echo to the cheerful song ?»
And worn with labour thinks in sorrow
Of the labour of to-morrow: « Fair is the occasion,» thus the one replied,
When sadly musing on his lot Now then let all our tuneful skill be tried.
He hies him to luis joyless cot,
And loathes to meet his children there,
Oh give to him the flowing bowl!
The generous juice with magic power
And with each warm affection fill
The rude gale wafts him o'er the main ; For him the winds of heaven subservient blow,
Earth teems for him, for him the waters flow, He thinks, and wills, and acts, a Deity below!
When, at the dim close of day,
And joy shall bless the evening hour, And make the Captive Fortune's conqueror.
Where is the King who with elating pride Sees not this Man, this godlike Man his slave? Mean are the mighty by the Monarch's side;
Alike the wise, alike the brave
And tremble at the royal glance;
Suspended millions watch bis breath, Whose smile is happiness, whose frown is death.
When the wearying cares of state
The bowl shall each dark thought beguile, And Nations live and prosper from his sinile.
Why goes the Peasant from thai little cot, Where Peace and Love have blest his humble life?
In vain his agonizing wife
And weep to see their mother weep,
What are to him the war's alarms?
He at the earliest dawn of day
From all he loved on earth he flies,
Hush'd was the lute, the Hebrew ceased the song,
Why should the wearying cares of state
Alike to him if peace shall bless
Alike to him if frenzied War
And rolling on o'er myriads slain,
What though the tempest rage! no sound
Reflects a glorious splendour on the crown.
What though yon City's castled wall
On all their host of Gods to aid?
In vain her gallant youthis expose
In vain at that tremendous hour,
By the rude hand of Ruin scatter'd round,
Low shall the mouldering palace lie,
Amid the princely halls the grass wave high, And through the shatter'd roof descend the inclement
Where is the Man who with ennobling pride
Who without awe can see
The miniature of Deity?
Shower down their fertilizing rain;
For Man the ripen'd harvest bending Waves with soft murmur o'er the plenteous plain.
He spreads the sail ou high,
Gay o'er the embattled plain
Moves yonder warrior train,
Far reaches as the aching eye can strain
Ah! not in vain expectant, o'er
Shall sound the song of victory;
The traveller shall with startled eye