Sydney Dobell. Not that our sires did love in years gone by, To mine, and clasped, they tread the equal lea "Nor force nor fraud shall sunder us! Oh ye Its breathing book; live worthy of that grand Sublime as Milton's unmemorial theme, And rich as Chaucer's speech, and fair as Spenser's dream.' 307 The latter half of this last sonnet recalls, and is a weak echo of that grand sonnet of Wordsworth, in which occur the lines “We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold That Milton held.' None of Poe's sonnets are specially noteworthy. Here is one, 'To Silence,' which is as characteristic of his manner as any of the few that he has left: "There are some qualities—some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, Render him terrorless: his name 's "No More." Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf, “Professor,” I said, "I have here a sonnet by Oliver Wendell Holmes, on 'Joseph Warren,' which I admire greatly for its earnestness of tone, and for the graceful ingenuity of its. double tribute to the hero-patriot and to the healing art, of which both the poet and patriot were devotees.” "Read it, my lad, read it," he exclaimed. "I remember it well, and like its poetry and its patriotism." "I wish the ‘Autocrat' were here in person, with his genial presence and no less genial voice, to read it for us in his own genial fashion. Perhaps, if you close your eyes, you may fancy it to be so while I read: "Trained in the holy art whose lifted shield Holmes and Turner. The slayer's weapon; on the murderous field The charter of a nation must be sealed! Where Freedom's victory in defeat was found.'" 309 "My budget is far from being exhausted," resumed the Professor, when I had ceased; "but, unfortunately, it is otherwise with the day. We have yet time, however, for a fine sonnet, entitled 'The Sea Shell and the Sonneteer,' by Charles Tennyson Turner, a half-brother, I believe, of the Laureate. It is an exquisite specimen of true art: "Fair Ocean-shell! The poet's art is weak To utter all thy rich variety; How thou dost shame him, when he tries to speak, And tell his ear the rapture of his eye! I can not paint, as very truth requires, The gold-green gleam that o'er thy surface rolls, Where'er the startled rose-light wakes and moves; I give thee up to some gay lyric muse, As fitful as thyself, thy tale to tell; Nor fuse in one bright thought thy many modes of light."" As the Professor closed the last long resounding line of this beautiful sonnet, the stars were coming out silently, one by one, in the slowly darkening sky, first and brightest of them, "in the painted oriel of the West," being the Star of Evening. When the brilliant planet caught his eye, he exclaimed, in a transport of rapturous delight: "How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, How beautiful is night!' "How beautiful, indeed," he went on, "and how full of mystery it must have seemed to Adam when it first fell on the earth, shutting out its beauty, but revealing to his wondering. gaze the hitherto unseen stars and all the shining frame of heaven. So thought Blanco White, when he wrote the sonnet which Leigh Hunt. tells us 'Coleridge pronounced to be the best in the English language,' and with whose hymn-like tones we will now bring our last afternoon with the poets to a fitting close: "Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet, 'neath the curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, And, lo! creation widened in Man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed A. Album, lines on the, by Charles Lamb, 242. Album Sonnets, by Charles Lamb, 241, 242. Aldrich, Thomas B., sonnet by, 303. Alford, Henry, sonnet by, 305. Allston, Washington, notice of early life of, 275; his literary companion- ship with Coleridge, 275; sonnet by, to memory of Coleridge, 276. Amatory sonnets and poetry by women, character of, 263–265. Amoretti, Edmund Spenser's, 55. Ancients, sonnet not known to, 12. Apostolical and poetical succession, similarity between, 42. Arcadia, the, Sir Philip Sidney's, 51.. Arnold, Matthew, sonnets by, 302. Astrophel and Stella, Sir Philip Sidney's, 52. B. Barry Cornwall, see Procter. Barton, Bernard, character of his poetry, 247; sonnets by, 248. Basilicon Doron, the, purity of style of, 120-122. Beaumont and Fletcher, 82. Beaumont, Francis, character of his sonnets, 82. Beaumont, Sir John, 85. Bell-ringing, Ben Jonson's simile for, 9. Blank Verse, the first English, 29; second English tragedy in, 44. Boleyn, Anne, Sir Francis Wyatt's sonnet to, 28, 33. Boleyn, George (Lord Rochford), 44. |