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As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,
Your never-failing sword made war to cease, But to the Nile owes more than to the sky; | And now you heal us with the acts of peace; So, what our Earth, and what our Heaven, denies, Our minds with bounty and with awe engage, Our ever-constant friend, the sea, supplies.
Invite affection, and restrain our rage.
The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know,
Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won,
To dig for wealth, we weary not our limis,
To pardon, willing, and to punish, loth,
Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds; When Fate or error had our age misled,
Was so much power and piety in one.
Here the third Edward, and the Black Prince too, One! whose extraction from an ancient line
The noblest rest secured in your blood.
Whom the old Roman wall, so ill confin'd. Still, as you rise, the state, exalted too,
Finds no distemper while 'tis changed by you;
The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys. They, that henceforth must be content !o kn: , No warmer region than their hills of snow, Had you, some ages past, this race of glory May blame the sun; but must exto your grace,
Run, with amazement we should read your story Which in our senate hath allow'd them place.
But living virtue, all achievements past,
Meets envy still, to grapple with at last. Preferr'd by conquest, happily o'erih rowru,
This Cæsar found ; and that ungrateful age, Falling they rise, to be with us made one:
With losing him, went back to blood and rage, So kind dictators made, when they came home,
Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke, Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.
But cut the bond of union with that stroke Like favor find the Irish, with like fate
That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars Advanc'd to be a portion of our state ;
Gave e dim light to violence and wars ; While by your valor, and your bounteous mind,
To such a tempest as now threatens all, Nations divided by the sea are join'd.
Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall. Holland, to gain your friendship, is content If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword To be our out-guard on the continent:
Which of the conquer'd world had made them lo. She from her fellow-provinces would go,
What hope had ours, while yet their power was nero Rather than hazard to have you her foe.
To rule victorious armies, but by you?
In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse,
You! that had taught them to subdue their foes,
So, when a lion shakes his dreadful mane,
Verse, thus design'd, has no ill fate.
As the vex'd world, 10 find repose, at last
THE STORY OF
Then let the Muses, with such notes as these,
PHCBUS AND DAPHNE
THYRSIS, a youth of the inspired train,
Fair Sacharissa loy’d, but lov'd in vain : Tell of towns storm’d, of armies over-run,
Like Phæbus sung the no less amorous boy ; And mighty kingdoms by your conduct won,
Like Daphne she, as lovely, and as coy! How, while you thunder'd, clouds of dust did choke With numbers he the flying nymph pursues ; Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke.
With numbers, such as Phæbus' self might use!
Such is the chase, when Love and Fancy leads, Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,
O'er craggy mountains, and through flowery meads And every conqueror creates a Muse :
Invok'd to testify the lover's care,
Or form some image of his cruel fair.
O'er these he fled ; and now, approaching near, To crown your head, while you in triumph ride Had reach'd the nymph with his harmonious lay, O'er vanquish'd nations, and the sea beside; Whom all his charms could not incline to stay. While all your neighbor princes unto you,
Yet, what he sung in his immortal strain,
Though unsuccessful, was not sung in vain :
He catch'd at love, and fill'd his arms with bays
Beauty like a shadow flies,
Phyllis! to this truth we owe
Nor all appear, among those few,
ON A GIRDLE. That, which her slender waist confind, Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown, His arms might do what this has done.
It was my Heaven's extremest sphere,
Garrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair: Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
TO A LADY,
When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought, That, like a spirit, with this spell
Of my own teaching, I am caught.
That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espy'd a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
TO ZELINDA. FAIREST piece of well-form'd earth! l'rge not thus your haughty birth; The power which you have o'er us, lies Not in your race, but in your eyes. None but a prince!-Alas! that voice Confines you to a narrow choice. Should you no honey vow to taste, But what the master-bees have plac'd In compass of their cells, how small A portion to your share would fall!
Had Echo with so sweet a grace
Narcissus' loud complaints return'd Not for reflection of his face,
But of his voice, the boy had burn'd
John Milton was born in London, December | has been severely criticised. After the restora9, 1608. His father, who was descended from tion, his “Defensio” and “Eikonoklastes" (a a wealthy Catholic family, had been disinherited reply to the famous “ Eikon Basilike”) were for embracing Protestantism, and thereafter fol- burned by the hangman. lowed the occupation of a scrivener. He had About 1654 he became totally blind, the reconsiderable musical talent, and composed the sult of excessive study. On the publication of psalm-tunes “York" and "Norwich." John the Act of Oblivion, he married a third wife, was thoroughly educated, first by a private tu. Elizabeth Minshull, and retired to a house in tor, then at St. Paul's School, London, and final- | Artillery Park, where he set about the execution ly at Cambridge, where he received the degree of a design he had long cherished and had of Master of Arts in 1632. At the university confidently announced--that of writing a great he was noted for his skill in composing Latin poem which would be considered one of the verses. He then spent five years in retirement glories of his country. He first contemplated at his father's house in Horton, Buckingham-writing it in the form of a mystery, then of a shire, studying the Greek and Latin classics. | drama, and considered subjects drawn from Here his best poems—"Lycidas,” “L’Allegro," British history, but finally concluded to make “Il Penseroso," and " Comus”->were written. it a regular epic, on the fall of man; and “ParaThe last named was performed in 1634, at Lud-dise Lost” was the result. It was published in low Castle, before the Earl of Bridgewater, then 1667, and he received .£5 for it, with the prom. Lord-President of Wales.
ise of an equal sum when the sale should reach In 1638 Milton travelled in France, Italy, and | 1,300 copies. Switzerland. At Naples he was entertained by The poem made its way slowly, but in the Manso, Marquis of Villa, the patron of Tasso i course of half a century had gained recognition At Geneva he made the acquaintance of Span- as an English classic. Forty-five years after its huim and Diodati. He returned to England in publication, Addison analyzed and lauded it in 1639, and set up a private school in London. a series of articles in the Spectator. In 1825 Two years later he engaged in the current con- | Macaulay made his debut as an essayist with an troversies, and in 1642 published his treatises elaborate eulogy on Milton and his poetry, eson reformation and church government.
pecially praising “Paradise Lost." In 1643 he married Mary Powell, daughter On the other hand, the wits of the time of a royalist of Oxfordshire, who found his stu- laughed at the cumbrous epic. Waller redious life and quiet home a severe contrast to marked: “The old blind schoolmaster, John her former freedom and gayety. At the end of Milton, hath written a tedious poem on the the honeymoon she went back to her father's fall of man; which, if its great length be not for a visit, and refused to return. Thereupon accounted for a merit, it hath no other.” In Milton repudiated her, and published a treatise our own day, it has been taken in hand by M. on “Divorce," and one on “ The Four Chief Taine, who treats it with a true Frenchman's Places in Scripture which treat of Marriage." acuteness and lack of reverence. He says: He then began paying his addresses to a young “This Adam entered Paradise via England. lady, but an unexpected meeting with his wife There he learned respectability, and there he ended in a reconciliation.
studied moral speechifying. Let us hear this In 1649 he published a work justifying the man before he has tasted of the tree of knowlexecution of King Charles, and soon after he edge. A bachelor of arts, in his introductory was appointed Latin secretary to the Council of address, could not utter more fitly and nobly a State. In 1653, his wife died, leaving three greater number of pithless sentences. . . . This daughters, and in 1656 he married a second, Miltonic Deity is only a schoolmaster, who, forewho lived but little more than a year. In mem- seeing the fault of his pupil, tells him beforeory of her he wrote the sounet included among hand the grammar rule, so as to have the pleasthe selections which follow.
ure of scolding him without discussion. MoreThe learned Frenchman, Claude de Saumaire, over, like a good politician, he had a second having been employed to write a work in favor motive, just as with his angels, ‘For state, as of the royal cause, Milton answered it by his sovran king; and to inure our prompt obedi. “ Defensio pro Populo Anglicano,” in which he ence.' The word is out; we see what Milton's displayed a command of logic and a genius for heaven is; a Whitehall filled with bedizened abuse which at once made him famous, both at footmen. ... Milton describes the tables, the home and abroad. The government made him dishes, the wine, the vessels. It is a popular a present of £1,000 for the service, while Sau. | festival. I miss the fireworks, the bell-ringing, maire's book was suppressed by the government as in London, and I can fancy that all would of Holland, where it had been printed. Milton drink to the health of the new king. . . . What was an enthusiastic admirer of Cromwell, and a heaven! It is enough to disgust one with remained true to him to the last, for which he paradise. We have orders of the day, a hier.