You cristal Nimphes, that haunt the bankes of Thames, And force the swift winds and the sliding streames Your fading temples bound about with yewe; And with compassion your sad Nænia sing. Three are the first, the last the sacred Nine; An ebon charriot to support the biere,* Drawne with the blacke steedes of the gloomy night, Stooping their stiffe crests with a heavie cheere,† Stirring compassion in the people's sight. The pyle prepar'd whereon her body lyes, In cipresse shadowes sit you downe forlorne, Upon the altar place your virgin-spoyles, Her empty quiver and her stringless bowe. * This may recal to mind the public funeral of our illustrious Nelson. + Cheer was sometimes used with a countervailing epithet, as in this place, and seems to have been applied to disposition or temperament of mind. + Boughs. Let every virgin offer up a teare, The richest incense nature can allowe; And the tru'st vestall, the most sacred liver, Where's Collin Clout,* or Rowland,† now become, But I unskilful, a poore shepheard's lad, But coming short of their aboundant store, A willing heart, that on thy fame could dwell, The remainder of this tract is taken up by "the true order and formall proceeding at the Funerall of the most high, renowned, famous, and mightye Princesse Elizabeth, of England, France, and Ireland late Queene, from Whitehall to the Cathedral Church of Westminster, the 28 day of April, 1603." A few verses are interspersed, and others appear at the beginning and end of this order of funeral procession. [ Spenser, the Prince of Poets, in his time,' as he is titled on his monument, is now ascertained to have died on the 16th of January, 1598. See Mr. Todd's account of his life. ↑ Drayton so poetised his name: and although he wrote no elegy on Elizabeth, yet he put forth a poem congratulatory on the accession of James. Licia: or Poemes of Love: in honour of the admirable and singular Vertues of his Lady. In the imitation of the best Latin Poets and others. Whereunto is added, the Rising to the Crowne of Richard the Third. Auxit Musarum numerum Sappho addita Musis, 4to. pp. 92. THIS is all the title to an apparently unpublished and anonymous production, which is inscribed to the Lady of Sir Richard Mollineux, in terms that, if the knight had been prone to jealousy, might have rendered him an easy prey to the green-eyed monster. The author may perhaps have been a Cantabrigian, as he speaks of Harrington having shown in his Ariosto that he took up his abode in King's College. His epistle dedicatory bears date from his chamber, Sept. 4, 1593; and whether he may not hence have been one of those erratic law-students who "penn'd a stanza when he should engross," must rest in conjecture wholly. His love sonnets (52 in number) are neither to be classed among the best or worst of the period in which he wrote: the lady Licia, to whom they are addressed, being probably one of those supposititious inspirers who convey the transmitted ingenuity and artifices of poetic composition, rather than the natural impulses of passion and truth. Cupid and Venus, and Cynthia and Pho bus, and the vapid semi-demi-heroes and heroines of mythological fable, never fill the mind of a real lover. All the sonnets are not however of this unmeaning and school-boy texture; though most of them are in a strain of complimentary hyperbole: exempli gratia. SONNET XXXIV. Pale are my lookes, forsaken of my lyfe ; Who doubts of this, then let him learn to love; Count but the tythe both of my sighes and teares; See how my love doth still increase my care, And care's increase my lyfe to nothing weares. Or lend a teare, and cause it so to cease. When the sonnetteer here speaks of learning to love, it prompts a suspicion that he had been learning to write about it. To the sonnets an ode succeeds: then a dialogue between two sea-nymphs, translated out of Lucian : a quaint and conceitful poem, entitled A Lover's Maze, and three love elegies. A new title then intervenes, which bears The Rising to the Crowne of Richard the Third. Written by Himselfe.. That is, written as if spoken by himself, after the manner of those monologues which compose the Mirrour for Magistrates. Some of the early portion of it is here extracted. The stage is set, for stately matter fit, Three parts are past, which prince-like acted were, Shore's Wife, a subject, though a Prince's mate, Her birth was meane, and yet she liv'd with state, Shore's wife might fall, and none can justly wonder, Rosamond was fayre, and far more fayre than she, Elstred I pitie, for she was a Queene; But, for my selfe to sigh, I sorrow want; Fortune and I (for so the match began) |