« PreviousContinue »
THAT FLEW INTO MY MISTRESS'S EYE.
WHEN this fly liv'd, she us'd to play
The noon-day Sun a gloomy shade;
And from her breath, her cheek, and lip,
At last into her eye she flew,
There scorch'd in flames and drown'd in dew,
Wherein her ashes lie enclos'd.
Thus she receiv'd from Celia's eye,
Funeral flame, tomb obsequy.
HARK how my Celia, with the choice
Stills the loud wind; and makes the wild
Mark how these statues like men move, Whilst men with wonder statues prove! The stiff rock bends to worship her, That idol turns idolater.
Now see how all the new inspir'd
Hark how the tender marble groans,
You that think Love can convey,
But through the eyes, into the heart
And on the wing
Of her sweet voice it shall appear
Then unveil your eyes, behold
Where that voice dwells; and as we know,
So may you, when the music's done,
TO ONE THAT DESIRED TO KNOW MY MISTRESS.
SEEK not to know my love, for she
In me, her kisses quench the fire;
Or, I can to Love's fountain go,
Or dwell upon her ills of snow :
But when thou burn'st, she shall not spare
One gentle breath to cool the air;
Thou shalt not climb those alps, nor spy
Where the sweet springs of Venus lie.
BOLDNESS IN LOVE.
MARK how the bashful morn in vain
The just reward of a bold lover:
A modern poet seems to have availed himself of this beautiful passage, and made a very happy use of it. See the Fables of Flora, Fab. I.We may observe here, that many, very many of the most beautiful passages which are found in the poems of this age, have been borrowed from the neglected bards of the 16th and 17th centuries.
? That the reader may not be surprised at our author's having entitled this piece a Pastoral Dialogue, in which we do not find even the most distant allusion drawn from pastoral life; it may be necessary to inform him, that it was a prevailing custom in our author's time, to style almost every poetical dialogue of which love was the subject, pastoral. Most of the wits of Charles's court left propriety to be studied by the following age.
They kist, and wept; and from their lips and eyes,
imitation of the scene between Romeo and Juliet, This pastoral dialogue seems to be entirely an Act. iii. sc. 7. The time, the persons, the sentiments, the expressions, are the same.
JUL. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well;
To light thee on thy way to Mantua.
2 It is impossible to pass over these three lines
The winged houres fly fast whilst we embrace;
NYM. Then let us pinion Time, and chace
Hark! NYM. Ah me stay! SHEP. For ever. NYM. No, arise;
We must be gone. SHEP. My nest of spice. NYM. My soul. SHEP. My paradise. [eyes CHO. Neither could say farewell, but through their Grief interrupted speech with tears supplies.
RED AND WHITE ROSES.
READ in these roses the sad story
On my heart with fresh wounds bleeding.
Oh! let your smiles but clear the weather,
MY COUSIN C. R.
MARRYING MY LADA A.
HAPPY youth, that shall possess
Still enjoying such excess,
Is perform'd, invoke the night,
Else, as Semele', the bright
May thy feeble soul oppress.
with inattention. The delicacy of the thought is equalled ouly by the simplicity of the description. Those soft sensations which arise in lovers wher their joys and sorrows meet, as a man of genius only can describe them, so a man of taste only can conceive them.
When Jupiter descended from Heaven to Semele, she was dazzled and overpowered by the splendour of his divinity.
UPON AN ACCIDENT NECESSITATING HIS DEPARTURE, CONSULTS WITH REASON.
WEEP not, nor backward turn your beams,
My griev'd soul fly, or sail to death,
Since Love and Fortune both are blind,
Fly, and blind Fortune be thy guide,
PARTING, CELIA WEEPS.
WEEP not, my dear, for I shall go
ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS'.
THE lady Mary Villiers lies
As dear to thee as this to them;
'Daughter of George Villiers duke of Buckingham.
THE purest soul that e'er was sent
Inform'd this dust; but the weak mould
THIS little vault, this narrow room,
Sent to inflame the world beneath '.
THOME COMITIS CLEVELAND FILIA PRIMO
GENITA, VIRGINIAM ANIMAM EXHALAVIT. AN.
AND here the precious dust is laid,
Else the soul grew so fast within,
In height it soar'd to God above,
Before, a pious duty shin'd
Good to the poor, to kindred dear,
So, though a virgin, yet a bride
Learn from hence (reader) what small trust
ON THE LADY S. WIFE TO SIR W. S.
THE harmony of colours, features, grace,
Where all the choicest stones of price were set;
Politeness, as well as charity, must incline us to believe, that the bard alludes in this expression to the heathen mythology, and that by the words "world beneath" he means the Elysium of the ancients.
ON THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM2.
BEATISSIMIS MANIBUS CHARISSIMI VIRI ILLMA
WHEN, in the brazen leaves of fame, The life the death of Buckingham Shall be recorded, if Truth's hand Incise the story of our land, Posterity shall see a fair Structure, by the studious care Of two kings raised, that no less Their wisdom than their pow'r express; By blinded zeal (whose doubtful light Made Murder's scarlet robe seem white, Whose vain-deluding phantasms charm'd A clouded sullen soul, and arm'd A desperate hand thirsty of blood) Torn from the fair earth where it stood; So the majestic fabric fell.
His actions let our annals tell;
She was the eldest daughter of sir Thomas Wentworth, who was afterwards raised to the title of Cleveland, and to several important dignities in the state, by the interest of archbishop Laud.
2 This was George Villiers, the first duke of Buckingham, who was introduced to the court of James I. as his favourite; and afterwards, in the reign of Charles I. ascended to the highest dignities. He was the admiration and terrour of his time.