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Such music (as 'tis said)
The lonely mountains o'er, Before was never made,
And the resounding shore, But when of old the sons of morning sung, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; While the Creator great
From haunted spring and dale, His constellations set,
Edg'd with poplar pale, - And the well-balanc'd world on hinges hung; The parting genius is with sighing sent; And cast the dark foundations deep, (keep. With flower-inwoven tresses torn (mourn. And bid the weltering waves their cozy channel The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets Ring out, ye crystal spheres,
In consecrated earth, Once bless our human ears,
And on the holy hearth,
[plaint; If ye have power to touch our senses so;
The Lars, and Lemures, moan with midnight And let your silver chime
In urns, and altars round, Move in melodious time;
A drear and dying sound E And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And with your ninefold harmony,
And the chill marble seems to sweat, Make up full consort to the angelic symphony. While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat. For, if such holy song
Peor and Baäliin
Forsake their temples dim,
And mooned Ashtaroth,
Heaven's queen and mother both,
The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn, [mourn. And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day. In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz Yea, Truth and Justice then
And sullen Moloch, fled,
Hath left in shadows dread
In vain with cymbals' ring
They call the grisly king, With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering;
In dismal dance about the furnace blue:
The brutish gods of Nile as fast,
Nor is Osiris seen
In Meinphian grove or green,
(loud : The babe yet lies in siniling infancy,
Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings That on the bitter cross
Nor can he be at rest Must redeem our loss;
Within his sacred chest; So both himself and us to glorify:
Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud; Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep, (the deep; In vain with timbrellid anthems dark The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt ark. With such a horrid clang
He feels from Judah's land As on mount Sinai rang,
(brake: The dreaded infant's hand, While the red fire and smouldering clouds out- The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn; The aged Earth aghast
Nor all the gods beside With terrour of that blast,
Longer dare abide, Shall from the surface to the centre shake;
Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine: When, at the world's last session, (throne. Our babe, to show his Godhead true, (creu. The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his Can in his swaddling bands controll the damned And then at last our bliss
So, when the Sun in bed, Full and perfect is,
Curtain'd with cloudy red, But now begins; for, from this happy day,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, The old Dragon, under ground
The flocking shadows pale In straiter limits bound,
Troup to the infernal jail, Not half so far casts his usurped sway;
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail,
And the yellow-skirted Fayes
(maze. Swindges the scaly horrour of his folded tail. Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-lov'd The oracles are dumb,
But see, the Virgin blest No voice or hideous hum
Hath laid her babe to rest ; Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Time is, our tedious song should here have ending: Apollo from his shrine
Heaven's youngest-teemed star Can no more divine,
Hath fix'd her polish'd car, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending, No nightly trance, or breathed spell,
And all about the courtly stable
EDMUND WALLER, born at Coleshill, Hertfordshire, Waller had a brother-in-law, named Tomkyri, in March, 1605, was the son of Robert Waller, Esq. who was clerk of the queen's council, and por a gentleman of an ancient family and good fortune, sessed great influence in the city among the waru who married a sister of the celebrated John Hamp- loyalists. On consulting together, they thought : den. The death of his father during his infancy would be possible to raise a powerful party, which left him heir to an estate of 35001. a year, at that might oblige the parliament to adopt pacifie me period an ample fortune. He was educated first at sures, by resisting the payment of the taxes levied Eton, whence he was removed to King's College in for the support of the war. About this time Cambridge. His election to parliament was as Sir Nicholas Crispe formed a design of mere early as between his sixteenth or seventeenth year ; dangerous import, which was that of exciting the and it was not much later that he made his appear- king's friends in the city to an open resistance é ance as a poet : and it is remarkable that a copy of the authority of parliament; and for that purpose verses which he addressed to Prince Charles, in his he obtained a commission of array from his maeighteenth year, exhibits a style and character of jesty. This plan appears to have been originalis versification as perfectly formed as those of his unconnected with the other; yet the commission maturest productions. He again served in par- was made known to Waller and Tomkyns, and the liament before he was of age ; and he continued his whole was compounded into a horrid and dreadful services to a later period. Not insensible of the plot. Waller and Tomkyns were apprehendes value of wealth, he augmented his paternal fortune when the pusillanimity of the former disclosed the by marriage with a rich city heiress. In the long whole secret. “ He was so confounded with fear," intermissions of parliament which occurred after says Lord Clarendon,) “ that he confessed whas1628, he retired to his mansion of Beaconsfield, ever he had heard, said, thought, or seen, all the where he continued his classical studies, under the he knew of himself, and all that he suspected of direction of his kinsman Morley, afterwards bishop others, without concealing any person, of what deof Winchester ; and he obtained admission to a gree or quality socver, or any discourse which be society of able men and polite scholars, of whom had ever upon any occasion entertained with them." Lord Falkland was the connecting medium. The conclusion of this business was, that Tomkyris
Waller became a widower at the age of twenty- and Chaloner, another conspirator, were hanged. five; he did not, however, spend much time in and that Waller was expelled the House, tried, and mourning, but declared himself the suitor of condemned; but after a year's imprisonment, and a Lady Dorothea Sydney, eldest daughter of the fine of ten thousand pounds, was suffered to go Earl of Leicester, whom he has immortalized under into exile. He chose Rouen for his first place of the poetical name of Saccharissa. She is described foreign exile, where he lived with his wife till los by him as a majestic and scornful beauty; and he removal to Paris. In that capital he maintained seems to delight more in her contrast, the gentler the appearance of a man of fortune, and enter. Amoret, who is supposed to have been a Lady So- tained hospitably, supporting this style of living phia Murray. Neither of these ladies, however, chiefly by the sale of his wife's jewels. At length was won by his poetic strains; and, like another after the lapse of ten years, being reduced to what man, he consoled himself in a second marriage. he called his rump jewel, he thought it time to ap
When the king's necessities compelled him, in ply for permission to return to his own country. 1640, once more to apply to the representatives of He obtained thris licence, and was also restored to the people, Waller, who was returned for Ag-luis estate, though now diminished to half its forinei mondesham, decidedly took part with the members rental. Here he fixed his abode, at a house built who thought that the redress of grievances should by himself, at Beaconsfield; and he renewed his precede a vote for supplies; and he made an ener- courtly strains by adulation to Cromwell, now getic speech on the occasion. He continued during Protector, to whom his mother was related. Te three years to vote in general with the Opposition this usurper the noblest tribute of his muse vas in the Long Parliament, but did not enter into all paid. their measures. In particular, he employed much When Charles II. was restored to the crow, cool argument against the proposal for the abolition and past character was lightly regarded, the stains of Episcopacy; and he spoke with freedom and of that of Waller were forgotten, and his wit and severity against some other plans of the House. poetry procured him notice at court, and admission In fact, he was at length become a zealous loyalist to the highest circles. He had also sufficient inin his inclinations; and his conduct under the dif- terest to obtain a seat in the House of Commons ficulties into which this attachment involved him in all the parliaments of that reign. The king's became a source of his indelible disgrace. A short gracious manners emboldened him to ask for the narrative will suffice for the elucidation of this vacant place of provost of Eton college, which wa Chancellor, refused to set the seal to the grant, , which men of gaiety terminate their career. He alledging that by the statutes laymen were excluded died at Beaconsfield in October, 1687, the 83d year from that provostship. "This was thought the rea- of his age. He left several children by his second son why Waller joined the Duke of Buckingham, wife, of whom, the inheritor of his estate, Edmund, in his hostility against Clarendon.
granted him; but Lord Clarendon, then Lord
after representing Agmondesham in parliament, On the accession of James II., Waller, then in became a convert to quakerism. his 80th year, was chosen representative for Saltash. Waller was one of the earliest poets who obHaving now considerably passed the usual limit of tained reputation by the sweetness and sonorousness human life, he turned his thoughts to devotion, and of his strains ; and there are perhaps few masters at composed some divine poems, the usual task in the present day who surpass him in this particular.
Unto that adored dame :
Then smile on me, and I will prove
Fram'd of many nameless stars !
He this drop to that prefers !
Tell me where thy strength does lie?
In thy soul, or in thy eye?
Or thy grace in motion seen,
Yet thy waist is straight, and clean,
For women, born to be control'd,
All this with indignation spoke,
So the tall stag, upon the brink
TO MY LORD PROTECTOR, Of the Present Greatness, and Joint Interest,
Highness and this Nation. WHILE with a strong, and yet a gentle, hand, You bridle faction, and our hearts command, Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe, Make us unite, and make us conquer too: Let partial spirits still aloud complain, Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reigs, And own no liberty, but where they may Without control upon their fellows prey. Above the waves as Neptune show'd his face, To chide the winds, and save the Trojan race; So has your highness, rais'd above the rest, Storms of ambition, tossing us, represt. Your drooping country, torn with civil hate, Restor'd by you, is made a glorious state ; The seat of empire, where the Irish come, And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom, The sea's our own: and now, all nations greet, With bending sails, each vessel of our fleet : Your power extends as far as winds can blow, Or swelling sails upon the globe may go. Heaven (that hath plac'd this island to give law, To balance Europe, and her states to awe,) In this conjunction doth on Britain smile, The greatest leader, and the greatest isle ! Whether this portion of the world were rent, By the rude ocean, from the continent, Or thus created; it was sure design'd To be the sacred refuge of mankind. Hither th' oppress'd shall henceforth resort, Justice to crave, and succour, at your court; And then your highness, not for our's alone, But for the world's protector shall be known.
MARRIAGE OF THE DWARFS.
Thrice happy is that humble pair,
To him the fairest nymphs do show
Ah! Chloris ! that kind Nature thus
Lords of the world's great waste, the ocean, we
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, Free from the scorching sun that makes it grow : Than in restoring such as are undone : Without the worm, In Persian silks we shine; Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear, And, without planting, drink of every vine. But man alone can, whom he conquers, spare. To dig for wealth, we weary not our limbs; To pardon, willing, and to panish, loth, Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims. You strike with one hand, but you heal with both; Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow, Lifting up all that prostrate lie, you grieve We plough the deep, and reap what others sow. You cannot make the dead again to live. Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds; When Fate or errour had our age misled, Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds : And o'er this nation such confusion spread; Rome, though her eagle through the world had flown, The only cure, which could from Heaven come down, Could never make this island all her own.
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.
A mind proportion'd to such things as these ;
How such a ruling sp’rit you could restrain,
Your private life did a just pattern give,
Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend, Been from all ages kept for you to tame.
To fierce contention gave a prosperous end. Whom the old Roman wall, so ill confin'd, Still, as you rise, the state, exalted too, With a new chain of garrisons you bind:
Finds no distemper while 'tis chang'd by you ; Here foreign gold no more shall make them come; Chang'd like the world's great scene ! when without Our English iron holds them fast at home.
The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys. They, that henceforth must be content to know No warmer region than their hills of snow, Had you, some ages past, this race of glory May blame the sun; but must extol 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.
But cut the bond of union with that stroke.
That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars
To such a tempest as now threatens all,
Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall
If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword, She from her fellow-provinces would go,
Which of the conquer'd world had made them lord; Rather than hazard to have you her foe.
What hope had ours, while yet their power was new,
To rule victorious armies, but by you ? In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse, Preventing posts, the terrour and the news, You ! that had taught them to subdue their foes, Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar : Could order teach, and their high spirits compose : But our conjunction makes them tremble more. To every duty could their minds engage,