The heat commanding in my heart doth sit.' 5 Let my heat to your light be reconciled. So shall these flames, whose worth Now all obscurèd lyes : -Drest in those beames-start forth And dance before your eyes. 10 1 TURNBULL glaringly misprints "The heart commanding in my heart,' and in line 15, O love;' the latter after 1670 as usual, the former his own. G. Let Nature die, (Phoenix-like) from death. And, through the night of error and dark doubt, As when the rosie Morne budds into Day. 5 ΤΟ Now that Time's empire might be amply fill'd, 15 Babel's bold artists strive (below) to build Ruine a temple; on whose fruitfull fall Than were th' Aegyptian (by the life these give, 20 M.A. of St. John's College, Cambridge (2d s. vol. iv. p. 286). One is thankful to have the claim confirmed by the non-presence of the poem in the SANCROFT MS., where only the above shorter one appears as by CRASHAW. Lines 5-8 of RAINBOW's poem it was simply impossible for our singer to have written. I add the other at close of CRASHAW's, as some may be curious to read it: but as the details of the grotesque 'Frontispiece' are celebrated by RAINBOW, not CRASHAW, I have departed from my intention of reproducing it in our illustrated quarto edition, the more readily in that I have much increased otherwise therein the reproductions announced. RAINBOW contributed to the University Collections along with CRASHAW, MORE, BEAUMONT, E. King, &c. &c. See our Essay on Life and Poetry. G. |