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dignity and patriotic elevation in . Leonidas,' which in the 'Athenais' we have a continuation of the might even yet find admirers. Thomson is said same classic story and landscape. The following is to have exclaimed, when he heard of the work of an exquisite description of a night scene : Glover, 'He write an epic poem, who never saw a
Silver Phoebe spreads mountain !' Yet Thomson himself, familiar as he
| A light, reposing on the quiet lake, was in his youth with mountain scenery, was tame
me | Save where the snowy rival of her hue, and commonplace when he ventured on classic or
The gliding swan, behind him leaves a trail epic subjects. The following passage is lofty and
In luminous vibration. Lo! an isle energetic :
Swells on the surface. Marble structures there
New gloss of beauty borrow from the moon
To deck the shore. Now silence gently yields
To measured strokes of oars. The orange groves, Remains unshaken. Rising, he displays
In rich profusion round the fertile verge, His godlike presence, Dignity and grace
Impart to fanning breezes fresh perfumes Adorn his frame, and manly beauty, joined
Exhaustless, visiting the scene with sweets, With strength Herculean. On his aspect shines
Which soften even Briareus; but the son Sublimest virtue and desire of fame,
Of Gobryas, heavy with devouring care, Where justice gives the laurel; in his eye
Uncharmed, unheeding sits. The inextinguishable spark, which fires
The scene presented by the shores of Salamis on The souls of patriots; while his brow supports
the morning of the battle is thus strikingly depicted. L'ndaunted valour, and contempt of death.
The poet gives no burst of enthusiasm to kindle up Serene he rose, and thus addressed the throng: his page, and his versification retains most of its . Why this astonishment on every face,
usual hardness and want of flow and cadence; yet Ye men of Sparta? Does the name of death
the assemblage described is so vast and magnificent, Create this fear and wonder? O my friends!
and his enumeration is so varied, that the picture Why do we labour through the arduous paths carries with it a host of spirit-stirring associations: Which lead to virtue? Fruitless were the toil. Above the reach of human feet were placed
[The Armies at Salamis.] The distant summit, if the fear of death
O sun ! thou o'er Athenian towers, Could intercept our passage. But in vain
| The citadel and fanes in ruin huge, His blackest frowns and terrors he assumes
Dost, rising now, illuminate a scene To shake the firmness of the mind which knows
More new, more wondrous to thy piercing eye That, wanting virtue, life is pain and wo;
Than ever time disclosed. Phaleron's wave That, wanting liberty, even virtue mourns,
Presents three thousand barks in pendants rich; And looks around for happiness in vain.
Spectators, clustering like Ilymettian bees, Then speak, 0 Spartal and demand my life;
Hang on the burdened shrouds, the bending yards, My heart, exulting, answers to thy call,
The reeling masts ; the whole Cecropian strand, And smiles on glorious fate. To live with fame
Far as Eleusis, seat of mystic rites, The gods allow to many; but to die
Is thronged with millions, male and female race, With equal lustre is a blessing Heaven
Of Asia and of Libya, ranked on foot, Selects from all the choicest boons of fate,
| On horses, camels, cars. Ægaleos tall, And with a sparing hand on few bestows.'
Half down his long declivity, where spreads Salvation thus to Sparta he proclaimed.
A mossy level, on a throne of gold, Joy, wapt awhile in admiration, paused,
Displays the king, environed by his court, Suspending praise; nor praise at last resounds
In oriental pomp; the hill behind In high acclaim to rend the arch of heaven;
By warriors covered, like some trophy huge, A reverential murmur breathes applause.
Ascends in varied arms and banners clad; The nature of the poem affords scope for interesting | Below the monarch's feet the immortal guard, situations and descriptions of natural objects in a Line under line, erect their gaudy spears ; romantic country, which Glover occasionally avails The arrangement, shelving downward to the beach. himself of with good effect. There is great beauty Is edged by chosen horse. With blazing steel and c
classic plegance in this sketch of the fountain at Of Attic arms encircled, from the deep the dwelling of Oileus
Psyttalia lifts her surface to the sight,
Like Ariadne's heaven-bespangling crown, Beside the public way an oval fount
A wreath of stars; beyond, in dread array, Of marble sparkled with a silver spray
The Grecian fleet, four hundred galleys, fill Of falling rills, collected from above.
The Salaminian Straits ; barbarian prows The army halted, and their hollow casques
In two divisions point to either mouth Dipped in the limpid stream. Behind it rose
Six hundred brazen beaks of tower-like ships, An etiifice, composed of native roots,
Unwieldy bulks; the gently-swelling soil And oaken trunks of knotted girth unwrought. Of Salamis, rich island, bounds the view. Within were beds of moss. Old battered arms Along her silver-sanded verge arrayed, Ilung from the roof. The curious chiefs approach. The men-at-arms exalt their naval spears, 7 bese words, engraven on a tablet rude,
Of length terrific. All the tender sex, Hegistias reads; the rest in silence hear:
Ranked by Timothea, from a green ascent, Yon marble fountain, by Oileus placed,
Look down in beauteous order on their sires, To thirsty lips in living water flows;
Their husbands, lovers, brothers, sons, prepared For weary steps he framed this cool retreat;
To mount the rolling deck. The younger dames A grateful offering here to rural peace,
In bridal robes are clad ; the matrons sage, His dinted shield, his helmet he resigned.
In solemn raiment, worn on sacred days; O passenger! if born to noble deeds,
But white in vesture, like their maiden breasts, Toou would'st obtain perpetual grace from Jove, Where Zephyr plays, uplifting with his breath Devote thy vigour to heroic toils,
The loosely-waving folds, a chosen line And thy decline to hospitable cares.
Of Attic graces in the front is placed ; Rest bere; then seek Oileus in his vale.'
From each fair head the tresses fall, entwined
Mark those numbers, pale and horrid,
Who were once my sailors bold; Lo! each hangs his drooping forehead,
While his dismal tale is told.
With newly-gathered flowerets; chaplets gay
A popular vitality has been awarded to a ballad of Glover's, while his epics have sunk into oblivion :
I, by twenty sail attended,
Did this Spanish town affright; Nothing then its wealth defended
But my orders—not to fight ! Oh! that in this rolling ocean
I had cast them with disdain, And obeyed my heart's warm motion,
To have quelled the pride of Spain I For resistance I could fear none;
But with twenty ships had done What thou, brave and happy Vernon,
Hast achieved with six alone.
Admiral Hosier's Ghost. (Written on the taking of Carthagena from the Spaniards,
[The case of Hosier, which is here so pathetically represented, was briefly this:-In April 1726, that commander was sent with a strong fleet into the Spanish West Indies, to block up the galleons in the ports of that country; or, should they presume to come out, to seize and carry them into England. He accordingly arrived at the Bastimentos near Portobello; but being restricted by his orders from obeying the dictates of his courage, lay inactive on that station until he became the jest of the Spaniards. He afterwards removed to Carthagena, and continued cruising in those seas until the far greater part of his men perished deplorably by the diseases of that unhealthy climate. This brave man, seeing his best officers and men thus daily swept away, his ships exposed to inevitable destruction, and himself made the sport of the enemy, is said to have died of a broken heart.]
As near Portobello lying
On the gentle-swelling flood,
Our triumphant navy rode;
From the Spaniards' late defeat,
Drank success to England's fleet: On a sudden, shrilly sounding,
Hideous yells and shrieks were heard ; Then, each heart with fear confounding,
A sad troop of ghosts appeared ; All in dreary hammocks shrouded,
Which for winding-sheets they wore,
Frowning on that hostile shore.
When the shade of Hosier brave,
Rising from their watery grave:
Where the Burford reared her sail,
And in groans did Vernon hail.
I am Hosier's injured ghost;
At this place where I was lost :
You now triumph free from fears, When you think on my undoing,
You will mix your joys with tears. See these mournful spectres sweeping
Ghastly o'er this hated wave, Whose wan cheeks are stained with weeping;
These were English captains brave.
Then the Bastimentos never
Had our foul dishonour seen,
Of this gallant train had been.
And her galleons leading home,
I had met a traitor's doom:
He has played an English part,
Of a grieved and broken heart.
Thy successful arms we hail;
And let Hosier's wrongs prevail.
Think what thousands fell in vain,
Not in glorious battle slain.
From their oozy tombs below.
Here I feed my constant wo.
We recall our shameful doom,
Wander through the midnight gloom.
Shall we roam, deprived of rest,
You neglect my just request ;
When your patriot friends you see,
And for England-shamed in me. The poets who follow are a secondary class, few of whom are now noted for more than one or two favourite pieces.
• ROBERT DODSLEY. ROBERT DOPSLEY (1703-1764) was an able and spirited publisher of his day, the friend of literature and of literary men. He projected the Annual Register, in which Burke was engaged, and he was the first to collect and republislı the Old English Plays,' | which form the foundation of our national drama | Dodsley wrote an excellent little moral treatise, The
Economy of Human Life, which was attributed to
With that first ring I married youth,
If she, by merit since disclosed,
Here, then, to-day (with faith as sure,
And why!—They show me every hour
SIR WILLIAM JONES. • It is not Sir William Jones's poetry,' says Mr Southey, 'that can perpetuate his name.' This is true: it was as an oriental scholar and legislator, an enlightened lawyer and patriot, that he earned
his laurels. His profound learning and philological Dodaley's House and shop in Pall Mall.
researches (he was master of twenty-eight languages)
were the wonder and admiration of his contempomatic pieces and poetical effusions. He was always raries. Sir William was born in London in 1746. attached to literature, and this, aided by his excellent conduct, raised him from the low condition of a livery servant, to be one of the most influential and respectable men of the times in which he lived.
[Song—The Parting Kiss.]
Drop a tear, and bid adieu :
Till we meet, shall pant for you.
Let me kiss that falling tear;
All my soul will still be here.
And every wish shall pant for you ;
Drop a tear, and bid adieu.
SAMUEL BISHOP. SAMUEL BISHOP (1731–1795) was an English clergyman, Master of Merchant Tailors' School, London, and author of some miscellaneous essays and poems. The best of his poetry was devoted to the praise of his wife; and few can read such lines
Sir William Jones. as the following without believing that Bishop was an amiable and happy man :
His father was an eminent mathematician, but died
when his son was only three years of age. The To Mrs Bishop, on the Anniversary of her Wedding
care of educating young Jones devolved upon his
mother, who was well qualified for the duty by her Day, which was also her Birth-Day, with a Ring.
virtues and extensive learning. When in his fifth • Thee, Mary, with this ring I wed
year, the imagination of the young scholar was So, fourteen years ago, I said.
caught by the sublime description of the angel in Behold another ring! For what?
the tenth chapter of the Apocalypse, and the im• To wed thee o'er again? Why not?
I pression was never effaced. In 1753 he was placed
at Harrow school, where he continued nearly ten tegrity, disinterested benevolence, and unwearied vears, and became an accomplished and critical clas. | perseverance. In the intervals of leisure from sical scholar. He did not confine himself merely to his duties, he directed his attention to scientific the ancient authors usually studied, but added a objects, and established a society in Calcutta to proknowledge of the Arabic characters, and acquired mote inquiries by the ingenious, and to concentrate sufficient Hebrew to read the Psalms. In 1764 he the knowledge to be collected in Asia. In 1784, his was entered of University college, Oxford. Here health being affected by the climate and the closehis taste for oriental literature continued, and he ness of his application, he made a tour through engaged a native of Aleppo, whom he had discovered various parts of India, in the course of which he in London, to act as his preceptor. He also assidu- wrote The Enchanted Fruit, or Hindoo Wife, a poetiously perused the Greek poets and historians. In cal tale, and a Treatise on the Gods of Greece, Italy, his nineteenth year, Jones accepted an offer to be and India. He also studied the Sanscrit language, private tutor to Lord Althorp, afterwards Earl being unwilling to continue at the mercy of the Spencer. A fellowship at Oxford was also conferred Pundits, who dealt out Hindoo law as they pleased. upon him, and thus the scholar was relieved from Some translations from oriental authors, and origithe fear of want, and enabled to pursue his favou-nal poems and essays, he contributed to a periodical rite and unremitting studies. An opportunity of established at Calcutta, entitled The Asiatic Misdisplaying one branch of his acquirements was cellany. He meditated an epic poem on the Disafforded in 1768. The king of Denmark in that covery of England by Brutus, to which his knowledge year visited England, and brought with him an of Hindoo mythology suggested a new machinery, eastern manuscript, containing the life of Nadir the agency of Hindoo deities. To soften the violence Shah, which he wished translated into French of the fiction into harmony with probability, the Jones executed this arduous task, being, as Lord poet conceived the future comprehension of HindoTeignmouth, his biographer, remarks, the only ori- stan within the circle of British dominion, as proental scholar in England adequate to the performance. spectively visible in the age of Brutus, to the guarHe still continued in the noble family of Spencer, dian angels of the Indian peninsula. This gorgeous and in 1769 accompanied his pupil to the continent. design he had matured so far as to write the argu. Next year, feeling anxious to attain an independent ments of the intended books of his epic, but the station in life, he entered himself a student of the poem itself he did not live to attempt. In 1789 Sir Temple, and, applying himself with his characteristic William translated an ancient Indian drama, Saconardour to his new profession, he contemplated with tala, or the Fatal Ring, which exhibits a picture of pleasure the stately edifice of the laws of England,' | Hindoo manners in the century preceding the Chrisand mastered their most important principles and tian era. He engaged to compile a digest of Hindoo details. In 1774 he published Commentaries on and Mahometan laws; and in 1794 he translated Asiatic Poetry, but finding that jurisprudence was a the Ordinances of Menu or the Hindoo system of jealous mistress, and would not admit the eastern duties, religious and civil. His motive to this task, muses to participate in his attentions, he devoted like his inducement to the digest, was to aid the 1 himself for some years exclusively to his legal | benevolent intentions of our legislature in securing studies. A patriotic feeling was mingled with this to the natives, in a qualified degree, the administraresolution. "Had I lived at Rome or Athens,' he tion of justice by their own laws. Eager to accomsaid, 'I should have preferred the labours, studies, plish his digest, Sir William Jones remained in 1 and dangers of their orators and illustrious citizens India after the delicate health of Lady Jones com--connected as they were with banishment and even pelled her departure in December 1793. He prodeath-to the groves of the poets or the gardens of posed to follow her in the ensuing season, but in Aprill the philosophers. Here I adopt the same resolution. he was seized with inflammation of the liver, which I The constitution of England is in no respect inferior terminated fatally, after an illness of one week, on the to that of Rome or Athens.' Jones now practised 27th of April 1794. Every honour was paid to his at the bar, and was appointed one of the Commis- remains, and the East India Company erected a sioners of Bankrupts. In 1778, he published a monument to his memory in St Paul's Cathedral translation of the speeches of Isæus, in causes con- The attainments of Sir William Jones were so pro- ! cerning the law of succession to property at Athens, found and various, that it is difficult to conceive how to which he added notes and a commentary. The he had comprised them in his short life of fortystirring events of the time in which he lived were eight years. As a linguist he has probably never not beheld without strong interest by this accom- been surpassed; for his knowledge extended to a plished scholar. He was decidedly opposed to the critical study of the literature and antiquities of American war and to the slave trade, then so pre-various nations. As a lawyer he had attained to a valent, and in 1781 he produced his noble Alcaic high rank in England, and he was the Justinian of Ode, animated by the purest spirit of patriotism, India. In general science there were few depart ! and a high strain of poetical enthusiasm. He also ments of which he was ignorant: in chemistry, joined in representing the necessity that existed for mathematics, botany, and music, he was equally proa reform of the electoral system in England. But ficient. “He seems,' says his biographer, to have though he made speeches and wrote pamphlets in 1 acted
speeches and wrote pamphlets in acted on this maxim, that whatever had been at favour of liberty and pure government, Jones was tained was attainable by him; and he was never obno party man, and was desirous, he said, of being served to overlook or to neglect any opportunity of transported to the distance of five thousand leagues adding to his accomplishments or to his knowledge, from all the fatal discord of contending politicians. When in India, his studies began with the dawn; His wishes were soon accomplished. He was ap- and in seasons of intermission from professional duty, pointed one of the judges of the supreme court at continued throughout the day; meditation retraced Fort William, in Bengal, and the honour of knight- and confirmed what reading had collected or inves- in hood was conferred upon him. He married the tigation discovered. By a regular application of daughter of Dr Shipley, bishop of St Asaph; and time to particular occupations, he pursued various in April 1783, in his thirty-seventh year, he em-objects without confusion; and in undertakings barked for India, never to return. Sir William which depended on his individual perseverance, he Jones entered upon his judicial functions with all was never deterred by difficulties from proceeding to 1 the advantages of a high reputation, unsullied in- a successful termination. With respect to the
division of his time, Sir William Jones had written in India, on a small piece of paper, the following
A Persian Song of Hafiz. lines :
Sweet maid, if thou would'st charm my sight, Sir Edward Coke :
And bid these arms thy neck enfold;
That rosy cheek, that lily hand, Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six,
Would give thy poet more delight Four spend in prayer—the rest on nature fix.
Than all Bocara's vaunted gold,
Than all the gems of Samarcand.
Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow,
And bid thy pensive heart be glad, Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.*
Whate'er the frowning zealots say:
Tell them, their Eden cannot show The poems of Sir William Jones have been collected A stream so clear as Rocnabad, and printed in two small volumes. An early collec A bower so sweet as Mosellay. tion was published by himself, dedicated to the
0! when these fair perfidious maids, Countess Spencer, in 1772. They consist of a few
Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, original pieces in English and Latin, and transla- |
Their dear destructive charms display, tions from Petrarch and Pindar ; paraphrases of
Each glance my tender breast invades, Turkish and Chinese odes, hymns on subjects of
And robs my wounded soul of rest, Hindoo mythology, Indian Tales, and a few songs
As Tartars seize their destined prey. from the Persian. Of these the beautiful lyric from Hafiz is the most valuable. The taste of Sir William In vain with love our bosoms glow: Jones was early turned towards eastern poetry, in Can all our tears, can all our sighs, which he was captivated with new images, expres New lustre to those charms impart? sions, and allegories, but there is a want of chaste Can cheeks, where living roses blow, ness and simplicity in most of these productions. Where nature spreads her richest dyes, The name of their illustrious author .reflects credit,' Require the borrowed gloss of art! as Campbell remarks, 'on poetical biography, but
Speak not of fate: ah! change the theme, his secondary fame as a composer shows that the
And talk of odours, talk of wine, palm of poetry is not likely to be won, even by
Talk of the flowers that round us bloom : great genius, without exclusive devotion to the pur
'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream;
Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
Beauty has such resistless power,
That even the chaste Egyptian dame What constitutes a state?
Sighed for the blooming Hebrew boy: Not high-raised battlement or laboured mound,
For her how fatal was the hour, Thick wall or moated gate;
When to the banks of Nilus came
A youth so lovely and so coy!
But ah! sweet maid, my counsel hear
(Youth should attend when those advise Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride.
Whom long experience renders sage): No: men, high-minded men,
While music charms the ravished ear; With powers as far above dull brutes endued
While sparkling cups delight our eyes, In forest, brake, or den,
Be gay, and scorn the frowns of age. As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude;
What cruel answer have I heard ! Men who their duties know,
And yet, by Heaven, I love thee still: But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain,
Can aught be cruel from thy lip? Prevent the long-aimed blow,
Yet say, how fell that bitter word
From lips which streams of sweetness fill,
Which nought but drops of honey sip?
Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill;
Whose accents flow with artless ease, Smit by her sacred frown,
Like orient pearls at random strung: The fiend Discretion like a vapour sinks,
Thy notes are sweet, the damsels say; And e'en the all-dazzling Crown
But oh ! far sweeter, if they please Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks.
The nymph for whom these notes are sung !
Such was this heaven-loved isle,
No more shall Freedom smile?
Since all must life resign,
'Tis folly to decline,
The Concluding Sentence of Berkeley's Siris Imitated.
* As respects sleep, the example of Sir Walter Scott may be * The following is the last sentence of the Siris :- He that added to that of Sir William Jones, for the great novelist has would make a real progress in knowledge must dedicate his stated that he required seven hours of total unconsciousness to age as well as youth, the latter growth as well as the first ft him for the duties of the day.
fruits, at the altar of Truth.'