Yeeld more delight; for I have oft possest And that without expence, when others oft * * * * Requests, that with deniall could not meet, As e're yet imbrac'd a hart. "Wit she hath without desire To make knowne how much she hath; And her anger flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath. Ful of pitty as may be, Though perhaps not so to me. "Reason masters every sense, And her vertues grace her birth; Modest in her most of mirth : Likelihood enough to prove Onely worth could kindle love. "Such she is: and if you know Be assur'd, 'tis she, or none VENUS by Adonis' side "Stay," (quoth she) "O stay and live! To the earth her sweetest flowres On his face, still as he bled "Fair Proserpina" (quoth she) Here she clos'd again. And some NEVERMORE let holy Dee Those were captives. If he say A god tooke me, those one lesse high, Swell, then, gently swell, ye floods, Ascend: and tell if ere this day Each mermaid on the rockes around, As they their beauties did despize, Blow, but gently blow, fayre winde, So maist thou still have leave to blow, Floods, and nymphes, and windes, and all Into a disputation fall; And then resolve me, whether The greatest kindnesse each can show Will quit our trust of you or no? THE SIREN'S SONG.-FROM THE INNER TEMPLE MASQUE. STEERE hither, steere, your winged pines, All beaten mariners, Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines, A prey to passengers; Perfumes far sweeter than the best Nor any to oppose you, save our lips; Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more. For swelling waves, our panting breasts, We will not misse To tell each point he nameth with a kisse. B B ROBERT HERRICK was born in London towards the close of the year 1591. His father was a goldsmith in Cheapside. He received his education at Cambridge-first at St. John's and afterwards at Trinity Hall-and commenced the study of the law, which he relinquished for that of divinity. In 1629, he was presented by Charles the First to the living of Dean Prior, in Devonshire; from this living he was ejected during the civil war; but it appears that the removal was not undesirable; he seems to have quitted, without regret, his parishioners, whom he describes as “a rocky generation," "churlish as the seas," and "rude (almost) as rudest salvages." He assumed the habit of a layman and resided in Westminster, by the assistance of some wealthier royalists, until the Restoration replaced him in his vicarage. He lived to an advanced age, but the year in which he died has not been ascertained. His poetical reputation rests, chiefly, upon a few lyric pieces, the pure sentiment, the deep feeling, and the thrilling pathos of which, are so rare as to place his name high in the list of British Poets. His versification is peculiarly graceful and harmonious; few writers indeed have more successfully penned accompaniments to music-for even as they read, and without the association of sound, his lines are tuned to melody. Herrick, however, abounds in overstrained conceits, and is occasionally coarse and indelicate. It is not enough that he has told us, "although his rhymes were wild, his life was chaste." The example of ill acts is less prejudicial than the example inculcated by ill writing. The one may be forgotten when the actor is no more remembered, but the other endures to work evil long after the author has ceased to exist. We may, however, hope that the Poet not only saw but amended his error, and that the following pious prayer was a prayer of the heart: "For these my unbaptized rhymes, That one of all the rest shall be About the year 1648, he published his volume of "Hesperides," and soon afterwards, his "Noble Numbers, or short Pious Pieces, wherein, (amongst other things) he sings the Birth of Christ and sighs for his Saviour's sufferings on the Crosse." Our specimens have been taken from the former;-his "Noble Numbers" being by no means worthy of the high themes of which he wrote, if we except the "Dirge of Jephtha," and the "Litany of the Holy Spirit," both of which are exceedingly beautiful; full of pure and holy thoughts, and forming singular contrasts to the more light and careless productions of moments less sacred to reflection. An engraved portrait of the Poet accompanies an early edition of his works. It is that of a man to whom the gay was more natural than the grave; and whose "habit,” as a layman, suited better his tastes and inclination than his robes as a priest. The muse of Herrick is surpassingly gladsome and joyous. He was a light-hearted bard, who bounded from flower to flower with the gay thoughtlessness of the butterfly rather than the patient labour of the bee. He appears as if giving himself up to enjoyment-his life like a summer day-with the zest of an epicurean. He revels among his thoughts. Springing forth naturally and without an effort, they take the form of verse, airy and playful as the thistledown that is borne with the breeze from one spot to another, and, like the thistledown, rarely tarrying long enough on any to carry into air a particle of earth. His heart must have been always young; for with him care appears to have rather resembled a companion whom he could dismiss at pleasure, than the familiar associate who so frequently sits and communes with poets. We may, indeed, characterise the poetry of Herrick by a passage from himself: "Has it a body! Aye, and wings And, as it flies, it gently sings 'Love honey yields, but never stings.'" WHEN I behold a Forrest spread |