Daily devours apace, and nothing said; That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast 135 Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, 140 That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet, 145 The glowing violet, itself, through the influence of the court. It is barely possible that Milton was girding at the Privy Council, which with the king was practically the government of the realm, in opposition to the parliament. 130. Two-handed engine. The term engine was used indiscriminately of implements large and small. It took two hands to swing the executioner's axe. 132. The poet, remembering how far he has been led away from the theme he entered on, makes this sudden transition. The river Alpheus was fabled to have passed under the sea and reissued in Sicily. 135. Bells, i. e. bell-like flowers. 136. Use. See line 67. 138. Swart-star, i. e. the dog-star. 142. Rathe. This positive has died out of familiar use, but the comparative remains in rather, earlier, sooner. It appears from the manuscript of the poem, preserved at Cambridge, that this passage enumerating the flowers was an afterthought, and elaborated by Milton with great care. 143. Crow-toe hardly sounds as natural to us as crow foot. The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, 150 And daffodillies fill their cups To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. seas 155 Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, 165 Where the great vision of the guarded mount Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat❜ry floor; 151. Hearse, tomb. 158. Monstrous world, world of monsters. 160. Bellerus was an old Cornish giant. 161. The guarded mount is St. Michael's mount on the coast of Cornwall. 162. Namancos and Bayona stand for a tower and castle in Spain. 163. Angel, i. e. St. Michael. 165. The poet rises above the thought of the dead body, washed hither and thither by the waves, to the imperishable spirit. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, 170 And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Thro' the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, 175 With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, Thus sang the uncouth swain to th' oaks and rills, At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blew, 168. Day-star, sun. "Till thy day-star from on high visit me." 186. Milton here speaks in his own voice, not in that of the feigned shepherd. 190. Stretch'd out all the hills, i. e. made long shadows. 193. A line often misquoted, fields being read for woods. Milton was on the eve of his departure for Italy. FRANCIS BACON.1 66 BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. "FRANCIS BACON," says his great biographer, James Spedding, was born among great events, and brought up among the persons who had to deal with them. It was on the 22d of January, 1560-61, while the young Queen of Scotland, a two-months' widow, was rejecting the terms of reconciliation with England which Elizabeth proffered, and a new Pope in the Vatican was preparing to offer the terms of reconciliation with Rome which Elizabeth rejected, that he came crying into the world, the youngest son of Sir Nicholas Bacon, Lord Keeper of the Great Seal, and Ann, second daughter of Sir Anthony Cooke, an accomplished lady, sister-in-law to the then Secretary of State, Sir William Cecil. . . . What his mother taught him we do not know; but we know that she was a learned, eloquent, and religious woman, full of affection and puritanic fervor, deeply interested in the condition of the Church, and perfectly believing that the cause of the Nonconformists was the whole cause of Christ. . . . Neither do we know what his father taught him; but he appears to have designed him for the service of the State, and we need not doubt that the son of Elizabeth's Lord Keeper, and nephew of her principal secretary, early imbibed a reverence for the mysteries of statesmanship, and ... 1 It is irregular to speak of Lord Bacon, though the form is so common as almost to be usage. He was Francis Bacon, Lord Verulam, Viscount of St. Albans. |