For the bright firmament So silent, but is eloquent No unregarded star Into so small a character, Remov'd far from our humane sight: But if we stedfast looke, We shall discerne In it, as in some holy booke, How man may heavenly knowledge learne. It tells the conqueror, That farre-stretcht powre, Which his proud dangers traffique for, That from the farthest North, Some nation may, Yet undiscovered, issue forth, Some nation yet shut in With hills of ice May be let out to scourge his sinne, And then they likewise shall For as your selves your empires fall, Thus those cœlestiall fires, The fallacie of our desires And all the pride of life confute. For they have watcht since first And found sinne in it selfe accurst, 93 LOVELACE. RICHARD LOVELACE, son of Sir William Lovelace of Woolwich, was born in 1618, and educated at Gloucester Hall, Oxford. He served in the army, under Goring; and, after the conclusion of the war, fixed his abode at Lovelace Place, near Canterbury. He was chosen to present to the House of Commons the Kentish petition in favour of the king. For doing so he was committed to the Gate House prison. After having spent his fortune in the king's cause, he formed a regiment for the French service, and was severely wounded at Dunkirk. On his return to England he languished in neglect and poverty till 1658, when he died of consumption, in an obscure lodging near Shoe Lane. Lovelace was celebrated for the beauty of his person, and his noble manners, full at once of dignity and courtesy. He was not more fortunate in private life than in his public career. A lady to whom he was attached, and whom he has celebrated under the name of Lucasta, having heard a report that he had died of his wounds at Dunkirk, accepted another suitor. The troubles of the time left Lovelace little leisure for writing; but his fame is securely embalmed in a single poem, his Song to Althea, written in prison. SONG. TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. When Love, with unconfinèd wings, To whisper at my grates; When flowing cups run swiftly round Our careless heads with roses bound, Fishes, that tipple in the deep, When, like committed linnets, I 1 Charles I., in whose cause Lovelace was then in prison. When I shall voice aloud how good Stone walls do not a prison make, HERRICK. ROBERT HERRICK, the son of a goldsmith in Cheapside, was born A.D. 1591. He became a clergyman; and was presented by Charles I. with the vicarage of Dean Prior, in Devonshire. During the great Rebellion he lost his preferment, which he recovered on the Restoration. Herrick's poems are distinguished by so brilliant a fancy, as well as by so much terseness and finish, that they must ever hold a high place amid the lyrical poetry of England. Many of them are remarkable also for their classical and antique character, as though the southern vales of Devonshire had recalled to the mind of their author the plains of Attica and Sicily. Unfortunately they are too often disgraced by a license for which no excuse can be found in their author's plea, "Loose were his verses, but his life was chaste," and from which the Grecian models of Herrick are almost invariably exempt. TO MEADOWS. Ye have been fresh and green, And Ye have been fill'd with flowers; ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours. Ye have beheld where they With wicker arks did come, To kiss and bear away The richer cowslips home. What, were ye born to be But you are lovely leaves, where we DAVENANT. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT was born at Oxford A.D. 1605. His father was an innkeeper. He was educated at Lincoln College; and afterwards taken successively into the households of the Duchess of Richmond and the poet Lord Brooke. After writing for the stage during a short period, he was made poet-laureate. Subsequently he embraced the profession of arms; and was made by the Earl of Newcastle lieutenant-general of his ordnance. At the siege of Gloucester, King Charles conferred upon Davenant the honours of knighthood. On the ruin of the royal cause he retired to France, where he made his submission to the Catholic Church. He was next sent on an expedition to Virginia by Queen Henrietta Maria; but the ship in which he sailed having been captured, he was thrown as a prisoner into Cowes Castle. His life was saved, as is believed, at the instance of Milton, on whose behalf the intercession of Davenant proved not less effectual at the Restoration. After the return of Charles II., Davenant devoted himself to dramatic compositions, which do not possess merit of a high order. His Gondibert is remarkable for the vigour and the intellect it displays, though written, unfortunately, in a metre more suited to elegiac than to narrative composition. It was commenced when Davenant resided in the Louvre, and further carried on during the poet's imprisonment at Cowes Castle. Half his design having been there completed, Davenant put his work aside, under the expectation of being hanged within a few days. "It is high time," he remarks, with a good-humoured dignity, in his postscript, "to strike sail, and cast anchor (though I have run but half my course), when, at the helm, I am threatened with death; who, though he can visit us but once, seems troublesome, and even in the innocent |