He saw; but, blasted with excess of light Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed,1 and long-resounding pace. III.-3. Hark, his hands the lyre explore! O lyre divine, what daring spirit That the Theban eagle 2 bear, Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Beneath the Good how far-but far above the 1 "" Great. T. GRAY 'Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?"--Job. This verse and the foregoing are meant to express the stately march and sounding energy of Dryden's rhymes.-T. GRAY. 2 Pindar compares himself to that bird, and his enemies to ravens that croak and clamour in vain below, while it pursues its flight regardless of their noise.-T. GRAY. 150. THE DIRGE OF MARCELLO1 CALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren, The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm. But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again. J. WEBSTER 151. TWO SONGS FOR ST. THERESA "A woman, for angelical height of speculation, for masculine courage of performance, more than a woman; who, yet a child, outran maturity, and durst plot a martyrdom." "2 I LOVE, thou art absolute, sole lord Of life and death! To prove the word, We need to go to none at all Those thy old soldiers, stout and tall, 1 A character in The White Devil. 2 When she was seven years old, she set out on a pilgrimage, with the intention of offering herself for martyrdom to the Moors. Such as could with lusty breath Speak loud unto the face of Death Their great lord's glorious name; to none Scarce had she learnt to lisp a name What death with love should have to do, Scarce had she blood enough to make Be love but there, let six poor years Good reason, for she breathes all fire; * * * * O what? ask not the tongues of men : Angels, thy old friends, there shall greet thee, Glad at their own home now to meet thee. All thy good works which went before And waited for thee at the door Shall own thee there; and all in one Weave a constellation Of crowns, with which the King thy Spouse Those rare works 1 where thou shalt leave writ Love's noble history, with wit Taught thee by none but Him, while here 1 She wrote a large number of treatises, religious meditations, etc. Whose light shall live bright, in thy face II O heart! Live in these conquering leaves;1 live all the same ; O thou undaunted daughter of desires! By all thy power of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy large draughts of intellectual day : And by thy thirsts of love more large than they; By all thy brim-filled bowls of fierce desire ; By thy last morning's draught of liquid fire ; By the full kingdom of that parting kiss That seized thy parting soul, and sealed thee His 1 The poem was inspired by her "picture and book." |