And Phoebus, fresh as bridegroom to his mate, Came dancing forth, shaking his dewy hair And hurls his glistening beams through dewy air." 66 Upon the top of all his lofty crest A bunch of hairs discolored diversly, With sprinkled pearl and gold full richly drest, Like to an almond-tree ymounted high On top of green Selinus all alone With blossoms brave bedecked daintily, Whose tender locks do tremble every one At every little breath that under heaven is blown.' And this is the way he reproduces five preg- 1 Iliad, xvII. 55 seqq. Referred to in Upton's note on Faery "Seggendo in piuma In fama non si vien, nè sotto coltre, Cotal vestigio in terra di se lascia Qual fumo in aere ed in acqua la schiuma.” "Whoso in pomp of proud estate, quoth she, Does swim, and bathes himself in courtly bliss, Does waste his days in dark obscurity And in oblivion ever buried is; Where ease abounds it's eath to do amiss: Who seeks with painful toil shall Honor soonest find. “In woods, in waves, in wars, she wonts to dwell, And will be found with peril and with pain, Ne can the man that moulds in idle cell Unto her happy mansiön attain; Before her gate high God did Sweat ordain, But easy is the way and passage plain To pleasure's palace; it may soon be spied, And day and night her doors to all stand open wide.” 2 "For sitting upon down, Or under quilt, one cometh not to fame, Such vestige leaveth of himself on earth As smoke in air or in the water foam." (Longfellow.) It shows how little Dante was read during the last century that none of the commentators on Spenser notice his most important obligations to the great Tuscan. 2 Faery Queen, bk. 11. c. iii. 40, 41. Spenser's mind always demands this large elbowroom. His thoughts are never pithily expressed, but with a stately and sonorous proclamation, as if under the open sky, that seems to me very noble. For example, — "The noble heart that harbors virtuous thought And is with child of glorious-great intent Can never rest until it forth have brought I One's very soul seems to dilate with that last verse. And here is a passage which Milton had read and remembered: "And is there care in Heaven? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe! "How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succor us that succor want! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, O, why should heavenly God to men have such regard ? 2 Ibid. II. c. viii. I, 2. 2 His natural tendency is to shun whatever is sharp and abrupt. He loves to prolong emotion, and lingers in his honeyed sensations like a bee in the translucent cup of a lily. So entirely are beauty and delight in it the native element of Spenser, that, whenever in the “Faery Queen" you come suddenly on the moral, it gives you a shock of unpleasant surprise, a kind of grit, as when one's teeth close on a bit of gravel in a dish of strawberries and cream. He is the most fluent of our poets. Sensation passing through emotion into revery is a prime quality of his manner. And to read him puts one in the condition of revery, a state of mind in which our thoughts and feelings float motionless, as one sees fish do in a gentle stream, with just enough vibration of their fins to keep themselves from going down with the current, while their bodies yield indolently to all its soothing curves. He chooses his language for its rich canorousness rather than for intensity of meaning. To characterize his style in a single word, I should call it costly. None but the daintiest and nicest phrases will serve him, and he allures us from one to the other with such cunning baits of alliteration, and such sweet lapses of verse, that never any word seems more eminent than the rest, nor detains the feeling to eddy around it, but you must go on to the end before you have time to stop and muse over the wealth that has been lavished on you. But Woven with gold and silk so close and near As faining to be hid from envious eye; It showed itself and shone unwillingly Like to a discolored snake whose hidden snares Through the green grass his long bright-burnished back declares." I And of the lulling quality of his verse take this as a sample: "And, more to lull him in his slumber soft, A trickling stream from high rock tumbling down Mixt with the murmuring wind much like the soun In the world into which Spenser carries us there is neither time nor space, or rather it is outside of and independent of them both, and so is purely ideal, or, more truly, imaginary; yet it is full of form, color, and all earthly luxury, and so far, if not real, yet apprehensible Faery Queen, III. c. xi. 28. 2 Ibid. I. c. i. 41. |