hearty outcome, illustrates the more permanent temper. Though some of the religious pieces The Litany,' 'Jephthah's Daughter,' and 'A Thanksgiving,' for example-are masterpieces, most of the sacred poems are weak or formal. The special charm of Herrick lies in his secular poems; and his most secular poems are sheer paganism and epicureanism. Depth and passion are not his forte: Mr Gosse has to admit that Herrick approaches the mysteries of life and death with 'airy frivolity, easy-going callousness of soul.' His careless gaiety and sensuousness are at least genuine, are his natural element; his pictures of English life are unforced, fresh, and natural; his love-poems are tender, seem heartfelt and natural, and reveal a real undertone of melancholy; the conceits and similes are sometimes overstrained, and the humour forced; but in sweetness of melody and in harmony of sound with sense Herrick has no equal amongst his Caroline contemporaries. Only his epigrams are poor and gross and thoroughly unworthy of him. The arrangement of the secular pieces is chaotic and incongruous, offering to us a medley of poems to friends, amatory poems, epigrams, fairy fancies, odes, and short poems on all manner of subjects. Some of them are so difficult to harmonise with the devotional vein of his sacred pieces, even if we conceive the author a man of very varied moods, that it has been argued the sacred poems were in time of writing separated by a quarter of a century from his less decorous ones. But they were all published together. Herrick's poems lay neglected for many years, were republished at the very end of the eighteenth century, but were hardly re-established in general esteem till well on in the nineteenth century; many of his shorter lyrics are now known to everybody, and some of them have been set to modern music. 'Cherry Ripe' (the idea and words of which are partly Campion's-see page 401) and 'Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may' delightfully combine playful fancy and natural feeling. Those 'To Blossoms,' 'To Daffodils,' and 'To Primroses' have even a touch of pathos that wins its way to the heart. Other gems are 'To Anthea,' 'The Mad Maid's Song,' 'The Night-piece to Julia' (Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee'), and 'To Electra' ("Tis evening, my sweet'). Shakespeare and Jonson had scattered such delicate fancies and snatches of lyrical melody among their plays and masques; and Herrick may have been directly influenced by the songs of Marlowe, Greene, and Fletcher. It has been debated whether he formed himself after any classical models. There is in his songs and anacreontics an unforced gaiety and natural tenderness that show he wrote chiefly from the spontaneous impulses of his own thoroughly artistic, pleasureloving temperament. Herrick's choice of words, when he is in his happiest vein, is perfect; his versification is harmony itself. His verses bound and flow like some exquisite lively melody that echoes nature by wood and dell, and presents new beauties at every turn and winding. The strain is short and sometimes fantastic; but the notes linger in the mind, and take their place for ever in the memory. Mr Swinburne has pointed out that the first great age of lyric poetry in England was the one great age of our dramatic poetry, but that the lyric school advanced as the dramatic school declined; the lyrical record that begins with the author of Euphues and Endymion grows fuller if not brighter through a whole series of constellations till it culminates in the crowning star of Herrick,' whose master was undoubtedly Marlowe. The last of his line, Herrick is the first of English songwriters; he lives simply by virtue of his songs; his more ambitious or pretentious lyrics are merely magnified and prolonged and elaborated songs. Elegy or litany, epicede or epithalamium, his work is always a song-writer's: nothing more but nothing less than the work of the greatest song-writer ever born of English race.' 'Ye have been fresh and green' is a sweeter and better song than 'Gather ye Rose-buds;' 'The Mad Maid's Song' can only be compared with William Blake's poems. Yet Herrick has his 'brutal blemishes,' and seems to have deliberately relieved the monotony of 'spices and flowers, condiments and kisses,' by admitting rank and intolerable odours. Though his 'sacred verse at its worst is as offensive as his secular verse at its worst,' 'neither Herbert nor Crashaw could have bettered'— We see Him come and know Him ours, To Meadows. Ye have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their houres. You have beheld how they With wicker arks did come, To kiss and beare away The richer couslips home. Y'ave heard them sweetly sing, But now, we see none here, Adorn'd this smoother mead. Like unthrifts, having spent Your stock, and needy grown, Y'are left here to lament Your poore estates alone. Cherry Ripe. Cherrie-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and faire ones-come and buy. If so be you ask me where They doe grow?-I answer: There, Where my Julia's lips doe smile; There's the land, or cherry-ile ; Whose plantations fully shew All the yeere where cherries grow. The Rock of Rubies and the Quarrie of Pearls. Some ask'd me where the rubies grew, And nothing did I say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some asked how pearls did grow, and where ; Then spake I to my girle, To part her lips, and shew'd them there Upon Julia's Recovery. Droop, droop no more, or hang the head, New strength and newer purple get Each here declining violet; O primroses! let this day be A resurrection unto ye; And to all flowers ally'd in blood, The Bag of the Bee. About the sweet bag of a bee, Two Cupids fell at odds; And for their boldness stript them; When quiet grown sh'ad seen them, The Kiss-A Dialogue. 1. Among thy fancies, tell me this: What is the thing we call a kisse? 2. I shall resolve ye, what it is. It is a creature born and bred Between the lips, (all cherrie red,) By love and warme desires fed; Chor. And makes more soft the bridal bed. 2. It is an active flame, that flies First to the babies of the eyes, pupils And charms them there with lullabies; 2. Then to the chin, the cheek, the eare 1. Has it a speaking virtue?-2. Yes. 1. How speaks it, say?-2. Do you but this, Part your joyn'd lips, then speaks your kisse; Chor.-And this loves sweetest language is. 1. Has it a body?-2. Ay, and wings, With thousand rare encolourings; And as it flies, it gently sings, Chor. Love honie yeelds, but never stings. Corinna's going a-Maying. The dew bespangling herbe and tree. When as a thousand virgins on this day, Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seene Retires himselfe, or else stands still Till you come forth. Wash, dresse, be briefe in praying; Come, my Corinna, come; and, comming, mark Or branch; each porch, each doore, ere this, Made up of white thorn neatly enterwove; And sin no more, as we have done, by staying, There's not a budding boy or girle, this day, Many a green-gown has been given; Many a jest told of the keyes betraying This night, and locks pickt; yet w' are not a-Maying. Come, let us goe, while we are in our prime, And take the harmlesse follie of the time. We shall grow old apace, and die Our life is short, and our dayes run Lies drown'd with us in endlesse night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's goe a-Maying. Twelfth-night, or King and Queen. Now, now the mirth comes, Where beane's the king of the sport here; The pea also Must revel as queene in the court here. Begin then to chuse, (This night as ye use) Who shall for the present delight here; Be a king by the lot, And who shall not Be Twelfe-day queene for the night here. Which knowne, let us make And let not a man then be seen here, Who unurg'd will not drinke, To the base from the brink, A health to the king and the queene here. Next crown the bowle full Add sugar, nutmeg, and ginger, With store of ale, too; And thus ye must doe To make the wassaile a swinger. Give them to the king And queene wassailing; And though with ale ye be wet here; Yet part ye from hence, As free from offence, As when ye innocent met here. The Bellman. Along the dark and silent night, To whose dismall bare, we there Ponder this, when I am gone; By the clock 'tis almost one. Upon a Child that Died. Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood, Who as soone fell fast asleep, As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings, but not stir The earth that lightly covers her. Epitaph upon a Child. Virgins promis'd, when I dy'd, That they wo'd each primrose-tide Duely morne and ev'ning come, And with flowers dresse my tomb: Having promis'd, pay your debts, Maids, and here strew violets. To finde God. Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find And taste thou them as saltlesse there, Tell me the motes, dusts, sands, and speares To Primroses, filled with Morning Dew. Why doe ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears Who were but borne Just as the modest morne Teem'd her refreshing dew? Alas! you have not known that shower That marres a flower, Nor felt th' unkind Breath of a blasting wind; Nor are ye worne with yeares, Or warpt as we, Who think it strange to see Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young. Speak, whimp'ring younglings, and make known Ye droop and weep; Is it for want of sleep, Or childish lullabie? Or that ye have not seen as yet Or brought a kisse From that sweet-heart to this? Would have this lecture read: Which, fir'd with incense, I resigne As wholly Thine: But the acceptance-that must be, His Litanie, to the Holy Spirit. When the artlesse doctor sees When his potion and his pill, When the passing-bell doth tole, When the tapers now burne blew, When the priest his last hath praid, When (God knowes) I'm tost about, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the flames and hellish cries Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the Judgment is reveal'd, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! Herrick's Poems have been edited by Nott (1810), T. Maitland (Lord Dundrennan, 1823), Dr Grosart (3 vols. 1876), Pollard (1891, with a preface by A. C. Swinburne), and Professor Saintsbury (1893). See also F. T. Palgrave's Chrysomela (a selection, 1877), Gosse's Seventeenth Century Studies (1883), and a German monograph by E. Hale (Halle, 1892). |