If looking up to God, or down to us, Or else divide the grief; for such thou wert, Let this suffice: nor thou, great saint, refuse 345 350 355 360 365 370 Be what, and where thou art: to wish thy place, 375 Were, in the best, presumption more than grace. 21 He wrung his hands, distracted with his care, news: 23 33 The mother, lovely, though with grief oppress'd Reclined his dying head upon her breast. The mournful family stood all around; One groan was heard, one universal sound: 45 All were in floods of tears and endless sorrow drown'd. So dire a sadness sat on every look, E'en Death repented he had given the stroke. The mother's and her eldest daughter's grace, DAMON. 50 55 Such is my wish, and such my prophecy, For yet, my friend, the beauteous mould re mains ; Long may she exercise her fruitful pains! But, ah! with better hap, and bring a race More lasting, and endued with equal grace! Equal she may, but farther none can go: For he was all that was exact below. MENALCAS. 60 Damon, behold yon breaking purple cloud; Hear'st thou not hymns and songs divinely loud! There mounts Amyntas; the young cherubs play About their godlike mate, and sing him on his way. 70 He cleaves the liquid air, behold, he flies, Sing you, while endless tears our eyes bestow; 76 81 ON THE DEATH OF A VERY YOUNG GENTLEMAN. HE who could view the book of destiny, 10 Such wit, such modesty, such strength of mind, 5 Thus then he disappear'd, was rarified; 15 20 25 35 40 Ver. 81. For like Amyntas] This pastoral is very unworthy of our author. Dr. J. WARTON. EPITAPH ON SIR PALMES FAIRBONE'S TOMB IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY. Sacred to the immortal memory of Sir Palmes Fairboue, Knight, Governor of Tangier; in execution of which command, he was mortally wounded by a shot from the Moors, then besieging the town, in the forty-sixth year of his age. October 24, 1680. 5 YE sacred relics, which your marble keep, From thence returning with deserved applause, Against the Moors his well-flesh'd sword he draws; 11 15 The same the courage, and the same the cause. ON THE MONUMENT OF A FAIR MAIDEN LADY, WHO DIED AT BATH, AND IS THERE INTERRED. BELOW this marble monument is laid Ver. 1. Three Poets] If any other proof was wanting of the high respect and veneration which our poet entertained of the superior genius of Milton, these six nervous lines will for ever remain as a strong and indisputable testimony. They are a confirmation of an anecdote communicated by Richardson, that the Earl of Dorset, having sent the Paradise Lost to Dryden, when he returned the book, he said, "This man cuts us all out, and the ancients too." I cannot therefore be induced to think that Dryden himself would have been pleased with the preference Johnson endeavours to give him to Milton, especially after saying (in express contradiction to Addison) that Milton wrote no language, but formed a Babylonish dialect, harsh and barbarous. He adds, that with respect to English poetry, Dryden "Lateritiam invenit, marmoream reliquit." Milton most assuredly did not build his lofty rhyme with coarse and perishable brick, but with the most costly and durable porphyry; nor would Dryden have thanked Johnson for saying in another place that "From his contemporaries he was in no danger; that he stood in the highest place; and that there was no name above his own." The genius of Milton is universally allowed; but I am of opinion that his taste and judgment were equally ex cellent: witness the majesty with which he has drawn the figure of Satan, so different from what his favourite Dante had done, who was so likely to dazzle and mislead him, and who has so strangely mixed the grotesque with the great. Satan, says Dante in the Inferno, had a vast and most gigantic appearance; he stood up to his middle in ice, eagerly trying to disentangle himself, and for that purpose violently Happing his huge leathern wings. He has three different faces, a livid, a black, and a scarlet one. He has six blood-shot eyes; three mouths that pour forth torrents of blood; and in each mouth he holds a sinner. This is not, like Milton's, the figure of an archangel fallen. The Satan in the Davideis disgraces Cowley. Dr. J. WARTON. This lady is interred in the Abbey-church. The epitaph is on a white marble stone fixed in the wall, together with this inscription: "Here lies the body of Mary, third daughter of Richard Frampton of Moreton in Dorsetshire, Esq., and of Jane his wife, sole daughter of Sir Francis Coffington of Founthill in Wilts, who was born January 1, 1676, and died after seven weeks illness on the 6th of September, 1698. "This monument was erected by Catharine Frampton, her second sister and executrix, in testimony of her grief, affection, and gratitude." DERRICK. M 20 And Heaven did this transparent veil provide, But only to refresh the former hint; 25 30 For human thoughts, but was confined to prayer. EPITAPH ON MRS. MARGARET PASTON, OF BURNINGHAM IN NORFOLK. So fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet So ripe a judgment, and so rare a wit, 35 Require at least an age in one to meet. In her they met; but long they could not stay, ON THE MONUMENT OF THE MARQUIS OF WINCHESTER. Ver. 1. He who in impious] He was a nobleman of great spirit and intrepidity, who withstood, in his magnificent castle of Basing in Hampshire, an obstinate siege of two years against the rebels, who levelled it to the ground, because in every window was written Aymer Loyauté. He died in 1674, and was buried in the church of Englefield in Berkshire, where his monument with this epitaph still remains. It is remarkable that Milton wrote a beautiful epitaph on the Marchioness his lady. It was the singular lot, both of husband and wife, to have received the honour of being celebrated by two such poets. Dr. J. WARTON. 5 FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead. Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, 10 pursue arbitrary and illegal measures, that he intended should be his ruin, and betrayed him to the Prince of Orange. The Abbé de Longuerue relates, that Dr. Massey, of Christ Church, assured him, he once received an order from King James to expel twenty-four students of that college in Oxford, if they did not embrace popery. Massey, astonished at the order, was advised by a friend to go to London, and show it to the king, who assured him he had never given such an order, and commended Massey for not having obeyed it; yet still this infatuated monarch continued to trust Sunderland. Dr. J. WARTON. Ver. 1. From harmony,] The picture of Jubal in the second stanza is finely imagined; but this Ode is lost in the lustre of the subsequent one upon this subject. Dr. J. WARTON. |