soon dispels this illusion. The 'Purple Island' of Fletcher is no‘sunny spot amid the melancholy main,' but is an elaborate and anatomical description of the body and soul of man. Its value, therefore, must not rest upon the plot, but upon isolated passages and poetical descriptions. Some of his stanzas have all the easy flow and mellifluous sweetness of the 'Faery Queen;' and clearly show a luxuriance of fancy, which had it been disciplined by taste and judgment, must have rivalled the softer scenes of Spenser. To justify this remark we take the following passage:- DESCRIPTION OF PARTHENIA, OR CHASTITY. With her, her sister went, a warlike maid, Her goodly armour seem'd a garden green, Where thousand spotless lilies freshly blew; And on her shield the lone bird might be seen, Th' Arabian bird, shining in colours new; Itself unto itself was only mate: Ever the same, but new in newer date: And underneath was writ, 'Such is chaste single state.' Thus hid in arms she seem'd a goodly knight, And fit for any warlike exercise: But when she list lay down her armour bright, And back resume her peaceful maiden's guise ; The fairest maid she was, that ever yet Or let them waving hang, with roses fair beset. Choice nymph! the crown of chaste Diana's train, Upon her brows lies his bent ebon bow, And ready shafts; deadly those weapons show; Yet sweet the death appear'd, lovely that deadly blow. To deck his beauteous head in snowy 'tire; To such a fair, which none attain, but all admire? Her ruby lips lock up from gazing sight A troop of pearls, which march in goodly row; Yet all these stars which deck this beauteous sky As when a taper shines in glassy frame, The sparkling crystal burns in glittering flame, So does that brightest love brighten this lovely dame. 6 GILES FLETCHER was younger than his brother, but neither the date of his birth, nor the period of his death has been preserved. His only important poetical production is a sacred poem entitled Christ's Victory and Triumph. There is a massive grandeur and earnestness about this performance, which strike the imagination with great force. The materials of the poem are more harmoniously linked together than those of the 'Purple Island.' Hallam remarks that, both of these brothers are deserving of much praise they were endowed with minds eminently poetical, and not inferior in imagination to any of their contemporaries. But an injudicious taste, and an excessive fondness for a style which the public was fast abandoning, that of allegorical personification, prevented their powers from being effectively displayed.' Campbell also observes that, they were both the disciples of Spenser, and with his diction gently modernized, retained much of his melody and luxuriant expression. Giles, inferior as he is to Spenser and Milton, might be figured in his happiest moments, as a link of connection in our poetry between these congenial spirits, for he reminds us of both, and evidently gave hints to the latter in a poem on the same subject with Paradise Regained.' We shall close our notice of these brother poets with the following passage from 'Christ's Victory and Triumph:'— THE RAINBOW. High in the airy element there hung As though his purer waves from heaven sprung, Beneath those sunny banks a darker cloud, On which, if Mercy did but cast her face, With the resplendence from her beauty gain'd, And Iris paint her locks with beams so lively feign'd. About her head a cypress heaven she wore, Yet strange it was so many stars to see, With wonder and amazement, did her beauty prove. Over her hung a canopy of state, Shooting their sparks at Phoebus, would rebound, And little angels, holding hands, danced all around. THOMAS CAREW was of an ancient family, and was born in Gloucestershire, in 1589. He was educated at Corpus Christi College, Oxford, after which he travelled, for some time, upon the continent, and on his return to England, entered into the service of Charles the First, by whom he was made gentleman of the privy chamber, and was personally very highly esteemed. From this period his life was that of a courtier-witty, affable, and accomplished-without reflection; and in a strain of loose revelry which, according to Lord Clarenden, 'he deeply repented in his latter days.' He died in 1639, not having quite attained the fiftieth year of his age. Carew was the precursor and representative of a numerous class of poets— courtiers of a gay and gallant school, who, to personal accomplishments, rank, and education, united a taste and talent for the conventional poetry then most popular and most cultivated. Their visions of fame were, in general, bounded by the circle of the court and of the nobility. To live in future generations, or to sound the depth of the human heart, seems not to have entered into their contemplations. A'rosy cheek or coral lip' formed their ordinary themes. The court applauded; the lady was flattered or appeased by the compliment; and the poet was praised for his wit and gallantry; while the heart had nothing to do with the poetical homage thus tendered and accepted. Carew was capable, however, of ascending far beyond this heartless frivolity; and in his productions, therefore, we see only glimpes of a genius which might have been ripened into permanent and beneficial excellence. His short amatory pieces and songs were exceedingly popular in his day, and are now his only poems that are read. A few of these are here introduced, together with his lines on the Approach of Spring-a production which indicates that the passionate and imaginative view of the Elizabethan period had not wholly passed away, but that the 'genial and warm tints' of the elder muse still occasionally colored the landscape. SONG. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, Ask me no more whither do stray Ask me no more whither doth haste Ask me no more if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragant bosom dies. THE COMPLIMENT. I do not love thee for that fair I do not love thee for those flowers I do not love thee for those soft Though from those lips a kiss being taken, I do not love thee, oh! my fairest, For that richest, for that rarest Than towers of polish'd ivory are. DISDAIN RETURNED. He that loves a rosy cheek, But a smooth and steadfast mind, No tears, Celia, now shall win My resolv'd heart to return; I have search'd thy soul within, And find nought but pride and scorn; I have learn'd thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou. Some power, in my revenge, convey APPROACH OF SPRING. Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Upon the silver lake, or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumb'd earth, GEORGE WITHER was born in Hampshire on the eleventh of June, 1588, and was educated at Magdalen College, Oxford. In the twenty-fifth year of his age he published a satire entitled Abuses Stript and Whipt, for which he was thrown into Marshalsea; but so far from allowing his imprisonment to depress his spirits, he there composed his fine poem, The |