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Of darkness till it smiled! I have oft heard
Lady. Gentle villager, My mother Circe, with the Sirens three,
What readiest way would bring me to that place ? Amidst the flow'ry-kirtled Naiades,
Comus. Due west it rises from this shrubby point. Culling their potent herbs and baleful drugs, Lady. To find out that, good shepherd, I suppose, Who as they sung, would take the prison’d soul, In such a scant allowance of star-light, And lap it in Elysium ; Scylla wept,
Would over-task the best land-pilot's art, And chid her barking waves into attention, Without the sure guess of well-practised feet. And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause :
Comus. I know each lane, and every alley green, Yet they in pleasing slumber lull’d the sense, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And in sweet madness robb’d it of itself,
And every bosky bourn from side to side, But such a sacred and home-felt delight,
My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood ; Such sober certainty of waking bliss,
And if your stray attendants be yet lodged,
I can conduct you, lady, to a low
Till further quest.
Lady. Nay, gentle shepherd, ill is lost that praise And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy,
Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift
With smoky rafters, than in tap'stry halls, How to regain my sever'd company,
And courts of princes, where it first was named, Compelld me to awake the courteous Echo And yet is most pretended : in a place To give me answer from her mossy
Less warranted than this, or less secure, Comus. What chance, good lady, hath bereft I cannot be, that I should fear to change it.
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial Lady. Dim darkness and this leafy labyrinth. To my proportion'd strength. Shepherd, lead on. Comus. Could that divide you from near-usher
ing guides? Lady. They left me weary on a grassy turf. Comus. By falsehood, or discourtesy, or why?
CHASTITY. Lady. To seek i’ th' valley some cool friendly
spring. Comus. And left your fair side all unguarded,
My sister is not so defenceless left lady?
As you imagine ; she has a hidden strength Lady. They were but twain, and purposed quick Which you remember not.
FROM THE SAME.
Comus. Perhaps forestalling Night prevented 'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity : them.
She that has that is clad in complete steel, Lady. How easy my misfortune is to hit ! And like a quiver'd nymph, with arrows keen, Comus. Imports their loss, beside the present May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths, need ?
Infamous hills and sandy perilous wilds, Lady. No less than if I should my brothers Where through the sacred rays of Chastity, lose,
No savage fierce, bandit, or mountaineer, Comus. Were they of manly prime, or youthful Will dare to soil her virgin purity : bloom?
Yea there, where very desolation dwells, Lady. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazor'd lips.
By grots, and caverns shagg’d with horrid shades, Comus. Two such I saw, what time the labour'd
She may pass on with unblench'd majesty, In his loose traces from the furrow came, [ox Be it not done in pride, or in presumption. And the swinkt hedger at his supper sat ;
Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. Of some gay creatures of the element,
Do ye believe me yet, or shall I call That in the colours of the rainbow live,
Antiquity from the old schools of Greece, And play i’ th' plighted clouds. I was awe-struck, To testify the arms of Chastity? And as I pass’d, I worshippd ; if those you seek, Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow, It were a journey like the path to heaven,
Fair silver-shafted queen, for ever chaste, To help you find them.
Wherewith she tamed the brinded lioness
THE DANCES ENDED, THE SPIRIT EPILOGUIZES.
And spotted mountain pard, but set at nought
Listen where thou art sitting
In twisted braids of lilies knitting
Listen, for dear Ilonour's sake,
Listen and save;
Listen and save.
Spirit. To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where Day never shuts his eye,
in the broad fields of the sky : There I suck the liquid air, All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus and his daughters three, That sing about the golden tree : Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring ; The Graces, and the rosy-bosom’d Hours, Thither all their bounties bring ; That there eternal Summer dwells, And west-winds with musky wing About the cedar'd alleys fling Nard and cassia's balmy smells. Iris there with humid bow Waters the odorous banks, that blow Flowers of more mingled hue Than her purfled scarf can shew, And drenches with Elysian dew (List, mortals, if your ears be true) Beds of hyacinth and roses, Where young Adonis oft reposes, Waxing well of his deep wound In slumber soft, and on the ground Sadly sits th’ Assyrian queen; But far above, in spangled sheen, Celestial Cupid, her famed son, advanced, Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranced, After her wand'ring labours long, Till free consent the gods among Make her his eternal bride, And from her fair unspotted side Two blissful twins are to be born, Youth and Joy ; so Jove hath sworn.
But now my task is smoothly done,
Mortals that would follow me,
SPEECH OF THE GENIUS OF THE WOOD, IN
** THE ARCADES."
Stay, gentle swains ; for though in this disguise
And ye, the breathing roses of the wood,
When Evening grey doth rise, I fetch my round
(Born, 1620. Died, 1678.)
A BETTER edition of Marvell's works than any ment of danger, by throwing his cane ashore, and that has been given, is due to his literary and pa- crying out, “Ho for heavent!” A storm came triotic character. He was the champion of Milton's on, and the whole company perished. living reputation, and the victorious supporter In consequence of this catastrophe the gentleof free principles against Bishop Parker, when man whose daughter was to have been married, that venal apostate to bigotry promulgated, in his adopted young Marvell as his son, conceiving his Ecclesiastical Polity, " that it was more neces father to have sacrificed his life in performing an sary to set a severe government over men's con act of friendship. Marvell's education was thus sciences and religious persuasions, than over their enlarged : he travelled for his improvement over vices and immoralities.” The humour and elo a considerable part of Europe, and was for some quence of Marvell’s prose tracts were admired time at Constantinople as secretary to the Engand probably imitated by Swift*. In playful ex lish embassy at that court. Of his residence and uberance of figure he sometimes resembles Burke. employments for several years there is no account, For consistency of principles, it is not so easy to till in 1653 he was engaged by the Protector to find his parallel. His few poetical pieces betray superintend the education of a Mr. Dutton, at some adherence to the school of conceit, but there Eton ; and for a year and a half before Milton's is much in it that comes from the heart warm, death, he was assistant to Milton in the office of pure, and affectionate.
Latin Secretary to the Protector. He sat in the He was a native of Hull. At the age of fifteen Parliament of 1660 as one of the representatives he was seduced from Cambridge by the proselyt- of the city of Hull, and was re-elected as long as ising Jesuits, but was brought back from London he lived. At the beginning of the reign, indeed, by his father, returned to the university, and we find him absent for two years in Germany and continued for ever after an enemy to superstition Holland, and on his return, having sought leave and intrigue. In 1640 his father, who was a from his constituents, he accompanied Lord Carclergyman of Hull, embarked on the Humber in lisle as ambassador's secretary to the Northern company with a youthful pair whom he was to ! Courts ; but from the year 1665 till his death, marry at Barrow, in Lincolnshire. Though the his attendance in the House of Commons was unweather was calm when they entered the boat,
+ The story is told differently in the Biographia the old gentleman expressed a whimsical presenti Britannica ; but the circumstance related there, of a
beautiful boy appearing to the mother of the drowned (* We still read Marvell's answer to Parker with plea lady, and disappearing with the mystery of a supernasure, though the book it answers be sunk long ago.
tural being, gives an air of incredibility to the other Swifi's Apology for A Tale of a Tub.]
interrupted, and exhibits a zeal in parliamentary not imagine a man of such complacency to possess duty that was never surpassed. Constantly cor inflexible honesty ; he accordingly, as it is said, responding with his constituents, he was at once sent his lord-treasurer, Danby, to him next day, earnest for their public rights and for their local who, after mounting several dark staircases, interests. After the most fatiguing attendances, found the author in a very mean lodging, and it was his practice to send them a minute state proffered him a mark of his majesty's considerament of public proceedings, before he took either tion. Marvell assured the lord-treasurer that he sleep or refreshment. Though he rarely spoke, was not in want of the king's assistance, and his influence in both houses was so considerable, humorously illustrated his independence by callthat when Prince Rupert (who often consulted ing his servant to witness that he had dined for him) voted on the popular side, it used to be said three days successively on a shoulder of mutton; that the prince had been with his tutor. He was and having given a dignified and rational explaone of the last members who received the legiti-nation of his motives to the minister, went to a mate stipend for attendance, and his grateful friend and borrowed a guinea. The etory of his constituents would often send him a barrel of ale death having been occasioned by poisoning, it is as a token of their regard. The traits that are to be hoped, was but a party fable. It is certain, recorded of his public spirit and simple manners however, that he had been threatened with assasgive an air of probability to the popular story of sination. The corporation of Hull voted a sum his refusal of a court-bribe. Charles the Second for his funeral expenses, and for an appropriate having met with Marvell in a private company, monument. found his manners so agreeable, that he could
THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH
OF HER FAWY.
WHERE the remote Bermudas ride,
“ What should we do, but sing His praise
The wanton troopers riding by
“ Where he the huge sea-monsters racks,
“ He gave us this eternal spring
“ He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night,
And in these rocks for us did frame
“Oh ! let our voice His praise exalt
Inconstant Sylvio, when yet
Thus sung they in the English boat,
And its pure virgin limbs to fold
COME, little infant, love me now,
While thine unsuspected years Clear thine aged father's brow
From cold jealousy and fears. Pretty, surely, 'twere to see
By young Love old Time beguiled ; While our sportings are as free
As the nurse's with the child.
Me to its game; it seem'd to bless Itself in me. How could I less Than love it? Oh, I cannot be Unkind t'a beast that loveth me. Had it lived long, I do not know Whether it too might have done so As Sylvio did ; his gifts might be Perhaps as false, or more, than he. But I am sure, for aught that I Could in so short a time espy, Thy love was far more better than The love of false and cruel man. With sweetest milk and sugar first I it at my own fingers nursed ; And as it grew, so every day It wax'd more white and sweet than they : It had so sweet a breath. And oft I blush'd to see its foot more soft And white, shall I say than my hand ? Nay, any lady's of the land. It is a wondrous thing how fleet 'Twas on those little silver feet ; With what a pretty skipping grace It oft would challenge me the race ; And when't had left me far away, 'Twould stay, and run again, and stay ; For it was nimbler much than hinds, And trod as if on the four winds. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the spring time of the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft where it should lie, Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes ; For in the flaxen lilies' shade It like a bank of lilies laid ; Upon the roses it would feed Until its lips e'en seem'd to bleed ; And then to me 'twould boidly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delight was still On roses thus itself to fill,
Common beauties stay fifteen;
Such as yours should swifter move,
Yet for lust, but not for love.
Or the wanton kid, does prize,
For his morning sacrifice.
Thee before thy time away ;
And learn love before we may. So we win of doubtful fate;
And if good to us she meant, We that good shall antedate ;
Or, if ill, that ill prevent. Thus do kingdoms, frustrating
Other titles to their crown, In the cradle crown their king,
So all foreign claims to drown. So to make all rivals vain,
Now I crown thee with my love ; Crown me with thy love again,
And we both shall monarchs prove.
(Born, 1625, Died, 1678.]
Thomas Stanley, the learned editor of Æschy- | from Anacreon, Bion and Moschus, and the lus, and author of the History of Philosophy. He “Kisses” of Secundus.
He also translated from made poetical versions of considerable neatness Tristan, Marino, Boscan, and Gongora.
Roses in breathing forth their scent,
Or the slow silent wheels of night ;