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THE DAY OF WRATH.
BY THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON.--1633-84.
[THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON, nephew to the celebrated Earl of Strafford, was born in 1633. He resided abroad during the Civil War, but returned to England at the Restoration, and was made, first, Captain of the band of Pensioners, and afterwards Master of the Horse to the Duchess of York. Foreseeing what would result from the arbitrary measures of James II. he was about to set out for Rome, declaring that "it was best to sit near the chimney, when the chamber smoked;" but a fit of the gout prevented his leaving England, and he died in 1684.
Like Denham, he was addicted to gambling, but this did not prevent him from devoting himself zealously to literature ; and he was warmly praised both by Dryden and Pope. Posterity, however, has not confirmed their judgment. He was an elegant, but a cold and unimpassioned writer. He died repeating two lines of his own translation of the “ Dies Iræ," which follows :-)
THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,
Shall the whole world in ashes lay,
O then, what interest shall I make
Thou mighty formidable King,
Forget not what my ransom cost,
Prostrate my contrite heart I rend ;
“GO, LOVELY ROSE.”
BY EDMUND WALLER.—1605-87.
[EDMUND WALLER was born at Coleshill, in Herefordshire, in 1605, and was educated at Cambridge. At twenty-three years of age he married a rich heiress, who died soon afterwards. He then wooed Lady Dorothea Sidney, eldest daughter of the Earl of Leicester, to whom, under the name of Saccharissa, he dedicated the greater part of his poetry ; but she haughtily rejected his addresses, and he married another. During the Commonwealth, he was committed to prison for a plot, and to save his life made a confession of guilt ; but he did not obtain his liberty until he had suffered a year's confinement, and paid a fine of ten thousand pounds. He then set out for France, where he remained, until permitted by Cromwell to return. After the Restoration, he became a favourite both of Charles II. and James II. He died in 1687.
Waller was witty and accomplished, and his familiarity with the Court gave to his verses a smoothness which has hardly been exceeded in modern times. He sat in Parliament for a long time, and distinguished himself on many occasions ; twenty thousand copies of one of his speeches were sold in a single day.)
C0, lovely rose !
And shuns to have her graces spied,
Small is the worth
Then die ! that she
ON A GIRDLE.
THAT which her slender waist confined
Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done.
It was my Heaven's extremest sphere,
A narrow compass ! and yet there