CONTENTS. LIFE OF EDMUND SPENSER, by the REV. J. MITFOrd. Page Verses addressed by the Author to several Noblemen, &c. 16 I. WHO would the gentleness of Nature blame, Who to her favourite child,* as from a mart Exhaustless, gave of her poëtic art Dominion unconfined :-no second name AS II. S erst on Mulla's banks a minstrel strung His harp to harmonies of high consent; Listening the strain, methought a stranger bent;† Across his brow the warrior's plume was flung, And as the bard of high achievements sung, And knightly deeds, a favouring smile he lent Upon that poet's gentle instrument, And on its faëry melodies still hung Detain'd; "With thy sweet harp and Rosalind Live thou content;" but lo! before the wind A pinnace with full sails and streamers gay Sweeps onward, bound to th' golden shores of Ind; He rose-and pointing to the western bay, 66 My path is with the sun-away (he cried), away." * "In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid." GRAY. "The visits of Sir Walter Raleigh to Spenser at Kilcolman increase the interest attached to the place." C. Croker's South of Ireland, p. 110. III. LEND me thy lute, and I will sing thy praise, IV. To him descending down the vale of years, With many friends he cherish'd, faithless found; And cares of this hard world that cumber round Our toilsome life, still blinded with the tears Of opening youth, or manhood's cruel fears, Which, like the vulture's angry talons, wound The afflicted heart. How sweet on other ground To tread, that in enchanted light appears From fancy's golden wings! and now in sooth, Led by the Muses' hand, 'tis his to see Sweet forms of virtuous love, and tender ruth, That never may on earth divided be; And many a high heroic thought of truth, Sung in immortal strains of poesy. Benhall, July, 1839. J. M. |