THUS long my grief has kept me dumb: And the sad soul retires into her inmost room: But, unprovided for a sudden blow, Like Niobe we marble grow; And petrify with grief. Our British heaven was all serene, Not the least wrinkle to deform the sky; As the first age in nature's golden scene; We slept securely, and we dreamt of more: 5 10 15 The amazing news of Charles at once were spread, At once the general voice declared, "Our gracious prince was dead.” No sickness known before, no slow disease, To soften grief by just degrees: But like an hurricane on Indian seas, The tempest rose; An unexpected burst of woes: 20 25 Ver. 1. Thus long my grief] The following just, though severe sentence, has been passed on this Threnodia, by one who was always willing, if possible, to extenuate the blemishes of our poet. "Its first and obvious defect is the irregularity of its metre, to which the ears of that age, however, were accustomed. What is worse, it has neither tenderness nor dignity; it is neither magnificent nor pathetic. He seems to look round him for images which he cannot find, and what he has he distorts by endeavouring to enlarge them. He is, he says, petrified with grief, but the marble relents, and trickles in a joke. There is throughout the composition a desire of splendour without wealth. In the conclusion, he seems too much pleased with the prospect of the new reign, to have lamented his old master with much sincerity."-Dr. Johnson. Dr. J. WARTON. Ver. 22. No sickness known before,] Original edition. TODD. With scarce a breathing space betwixt, Should gape immense, and rushing down, o'er whelm this nether ball; So swift and so surprising was our fear: Out Atlas fell indeed; but Hercules was near. II. His pious brother, sure the best Who ever bore that name, Was newly risen from his rest, And, with a fervent flame, His usual morning vows had just address'd And hoped to have them heard, In long increase of years, In honour, fame, and wealth: Guiltless of greatness thus he always pray'd, Nor knew nor wish'd those vows he made On his own head should be repaid. Soon as the ill-omen'd rumour reach'd his ear, 35 Such were our counter-tides at land, and so Presaging of the fatal blow, In their prodigious ebb and flow. The royal soul, that, like the labouring moon, By charms of art was hurried down, Forced with regret to leave her native sphere, Came but awhile on liking here: Soon weary of the painful strife, And made but faint essays of life: Soon shut in night; A strong distemper, and a weak relief, Short intervals of joy, and long returns of grief. The sons of art all medicines tried, And every noble remedy applied; With emulation each essay'd 150 155 160 His utmost skill, nay more, they pray'd: Never was losing game with better conduct play'd. Ver. 126. Friends to congratulate, &c.] Each to congratulate his friend, &c. Original edit. TODD. *An eagre is a tide swelling above another tide, which I myself observed on the river Trent. Marg. Note, orig. edit. Ver. 160. all medicines] Orig. edit.: all med'cines. TODD. Ver. 164. Never was losing game] Orig. edit.: Was never losing game, &c. TODD. Ibid. Never was losing game1 A most vulgar ill-placed allusion Dr. J WARTON The load 's too weighty: thou may'st choose Some parts of praise, and some refuse: Write, that his annals may be thought more lavish than the muse. In scanty truth thou hast confined The virtues of a royal mind, Forgiving, bounteous, humble, just, and kind: His knowledge in the noblest useful arts, XII. Amidst the peaceful triumphs of his reign, What wonder if the kindly beams he shed Revived the drooping arts again, If Science raised her head, 335 340 315 The rest is charged on late posterity. Because the large abounding store thee. The present age can raise, Posterity is charged the more, To them and to their heirs is still entail'd by The royal husbandman appear'd, Succession of a long descent But all uncultivated lay Out of the solar walk and heaven's high way; With rank Geneva weeds run o'er, And cockle, at the best, amidst the corn it bore: Which chastely in the channels ran, And from our demi-gods began, Equal almost to time in its extent, Through hazards numberless and great, Thou hast derived this mighty blessing down, Ver. 288. By the still voice] Orig. edit.: By the still sound, &c. TODD. Ibid. Alluding to 1 Kings xix. 12: "And after the fire a still small voice." See also the marginal reading of Job iv. 16: "I heard a still voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?" TODD. Ver. 319. Not senates, insolently loud, Those echoes of a thoughtless crowd,] "Thy senate is a scene of civil jar, Or paradise manured, and drest by hands divine. Ver. 348. Revived the drooping arts] Charles was very instrumental in founding and promoting the Royal Society; but it has been said, it may be doubted whether the institutions of academies have contributed to the promotion of science and literature. Neither Copernicus nor Kepler were members of any academy; nor was Newton member of our Royal Society till he had made his most important discoveries. None of the great inventions have been owing to academies. But it may be added, that Alexander assisted Aristotle with a vast collection of animals; the caliph Almoran encouraged philosophy; and without the French academy, Maupertuis would not have undertaken his Philosophical Journey; nor Tournefort his Voyages, without the encouragement of Louis XIV. Dr. J. WARTON. A warlike prince ascends the regal state, Though little was their hire, and light their gain, Heroes in Heaven's peculiar mould are cast, They and their poets are not form'd in haste; Man was the first in God's design, and man was made the last. False heroes, made by flattery so, Heaven can strike out, like sparkles, at a blow; With hardening cold, and forming heat, 435 440 View then a monarch ripen'd for a throne. O'er infancy he swiftly ran; The future god at first was more than man: And there he grappled first with fate: In his young hands the hissing snakes he press'd, So early was the deity confess'd; Thus by degrees he rose to Jove's imperial seat; Thus difficulties prove a soul legitimately great. 455 And best deserving to be so, When scarce he had escaped the fatal blow Death did his promised hopes destroy: So saints, by supernatural power set free, 405 His father's rebels, and his brother's foes; 460 410 415 420 Thou didst his gracious reign prolong, Even in thy saints' and angels' wrong, His fellow-citizens of immortality: Ver. 380. Like birds of paradise that lived on morning dew.] Tavernier, the excellent French traveller, says, that it is a vulgar error that the birds of paradise have no legs: the fact is, that they gorge and over-fill themselves by feeding on the nutmeg-trees, from which they fall down in a kind of intoxication, and the emmet eats off their legs. Louis XIII. had one of these birds, and a very beautiful one, that had two legs. JOHN WARTON. |