inscribed than that to Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer, possessed of a form fit index to a soul as fair : Chaste as th' air whither she 's fled, For which the clearer was not known, Such an everlasting grace, Such a beatific face Incloisters here this narrow floor Thus, although this marble must, And though you find this fair-built tomb Yet her saint-like name shall shine A living glory to this shrine, And her eternal fame be read, When all but very virtue 's dead.9 To The King's Painter he gives the exact praise an artist would value, whatever the present age may think of its justice in the particular instance: See! what a clouded majesty! and eyes Whose glory through their mist doth brighter rise! And grief triumphant breaking through each line Never did happy misery adorn! Thou sorrow canst design without a tear, None but my Lily ever drew a mind.10 Even himself he can measure, worthily, not vainly : Yet can I music too; but such Whilst my true heart still beats the time. Sound all my thoughts, and see express'd Such as alone doth bless the spheres, A large heart indeed his, which was not ashamed of acknowledging gratitude to a benefactress, a living saint', and hymned old age as warmly, and as sweetly, as if it were youth and beauty: Slow time with woollen feet make thy soft pace, And leave no tracks i' th' snow of her pure face! 12 Although I will not lay stress on the barrack-room panegyric of Bacchus : What of Elysium's missing? Still drinking, and still kissing; Lord! what is man, and sober? 13 I cannot refrain from noting the humour of the addresses to the ant, a 'great good husband ',14 and the 'sage, compendious snail', with the grave serenity of the Ode to the Grasshopper,16 from which I should like to quote, were not its ten stanzas of an excellence delightfully even. Crown finally the whole with the two glorious songs, Going to the Wars, and To Althea from Prison, which shine like stars in the firmament even of English Poesy. Apparently unconnected, they are one in essence; for they sum up a spirit, and a man. With what gay hopefulness he bids his mistress farewell as he rides forth to war! Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, True; a new mistress now I chase, And with a stronger faith embrace Yet this inconstancy is such I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not honour more.17 How, again, the courage leaps, and the inspiration flames, . as the Cavalier, persecuted and in prison, rejoices to have suffered for his King! When love with unconfinèd wings Hovers within my gates; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; The birds that wanton in the air When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty. 1 When-like committed linnets-I Stone walls do not a prison make, What a sense of buoyancy the verses give, of infinite space in the realm of poetry for fancy to disport itself without fear of collision with other winged things! The soldier had a flight of emotions to send abroad; he tossed them forth; and they fly and sing still. A thousand songs may contain the same ideas; yet Lovelace's will never be superseded or superannuated. As I recall the two, I am disposed to be indignant with myself for having ever questioned the title of the bright, generous, gracious, luckless soul to occupy an honoured place on the English Parnassus. Blessings on the memory of Mr. Edmund Wyld, who, according to Aubrey's kindly, ungrammatical gossip, had, when the poet was dying in a cellar-in Gunpowder Alley, near Fetter Lane-a little before the Restoration, made collections for him, and given him money. He was of- in Kent, £500 or more. He was an extraordinary handsome man, but prowd. Geo. Petty, haberdasher, in Fleet Street, carryed twenty shillings to him every Munday morning from SirMany and Charles Cotton, Esq., for months.' 19 And not the less blessed be he or they, that the doles escaped the bathos of being ever repayd'! Lucasta Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs: to which is added Alamantha, a Pastoral, by Richard Lovelace, Esq. New Edition. Chiswick : C. Whittingham, 1817; and Lucasta: Posthumous Poems of Richard Lovelace, Esq. With Poems to his Memory. New Edition. Chiswick : C. Whittingham, 1818. 1 Marvell's Poems (The Muses' Library). 2 Col. Francis Lovelace, Lucasta, xiv. 3 To Amarantha (Lucasta), stanza 4. 4 Gratiana Dancing and Singing (Lucasta), stanzas 3-4. 6 * Lucasta Weeping (Lucasta). Amputor's Grove. His Chloris, Arigo, and Gratiana (Lucasta). 7 Love Made in the First Age: To Chloris (Lucasta: Posthum. Poems). s To Lucasta—The Rose (Lucasta). On the Death of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer (Lucasta) 10 To Mr. Peter Lilly, on the Picture of His Majesty and the Duke of York, Drawn by him at Hampton Court (Lucasta). 11 To a Lady who desired me I would bear my part with her in a Song (Lucasta). 12 The Lady A. L. My Asylum in a Great Extremity (Lucasta). 13 A Loose Saraband (Lucasta: Posthum. Poems). 14 The Ant (Lucasta: Posthum. Poems). 15 The Snail (ibid.). 16 The Grasshopper (Lucasta). 17 To Lucasta-Going to the Wars (Lucasta). 18 To Althea from Prison (Lucasta). 19 John Aubrey and Anthony à Wood: Athenae Oxonienses, ed. P. Bliss. |