him, and his muse was his real mistress, to whom he addressed his effusions. "Among Waller's little poems are some," observes Dr. Johnson, "which their excellency ought to secure from oblivion; as, "To Amoret,' comparing the different modes of regard with which he looks on her and Sacharissa; and the verses 'On Love,' that begin, 'Anger in hasty words or blows."" OF ENGLISH VERSE. Poets may boast, as safely vain, Their works shall with the world remain: The verses and the prophecy. But who can hope his lines should long The matter may betray their art: 3 Chaucer, his sense can only boast, Years have defaced his matchless strain, The beauties which adorn'd that age, This was the generous poet's scope Of fading beauty; if it prove SONG. Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. And shuns to have her graces spied, In deserts where no men abide, Of beauty from the light retir'd: Suffer herself to be desir'd, And not blush so to be admir'd. The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share LOVE'S FAREWELL. Treading the path to nobler ends, Resolved my country, and my friends, All that remained of me should have. And this resolve no mortal dame, None but those eyes could have o'erthrown; The nymph I dare not, need not name, So high, so like herself alone. Not to make warm, but build the house, LOVING AT SIGHT. Sweetness, truth, and every grace, Some other nymphs with colors faint, SONG. While I listen to thy voice, Chloris, I feel my life decay: That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away. Oh! suppress that magic sound, Which destroys without a wound! Peace, Chloris, peace! or singing die, That together you and I To heaven may go: For all we know Of what the blessed do above, Is that they sing, and that they love. Carew has more grace, more tenderness, and a finer fancy than Waller, and his versification is as delicate, and sweet. He lacks energy and diffusion, but is pre-eminent in grace and beauty. For sharpness of fancy, and elegance of language, he was equal, if not superior to any of his time. "Carew," says Mr. Headley, "has the ease without the pedantry of Waller, and perhaps less conceit." Hallam says of him, "few will hesitate to acknowledge that he has more fancy and more tenderness than Waller: but less choice, less judgment and knowledge where to stop, less of the equability which never offends, less attention to the unity and thread of his little pieces. I should hesitate to give him, on the whole, the preference as a poet, taking collectively the attributes of that character." Mr. Campbell remarks of him, that he is more sparing of frigid thoughts than Waller; and his conceptions, compared to that poet's, are like fruits of a rich flavor, that have been cultured with the same assiduity. VERNAL AIR. Sweetly-breathing Vernal Air Borrow their perfumes; whose eye Gilds the morn, and clears the sky; On whose brow, with calm smiles drest, Thou, if stormy boreas throws If he blast what 's fair or good, PASTORAL. SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS. Shep. This mossy bank they prest. Nym. That aged oak Did canopy the happy pair All night from the damp air. Cho. Here let us sit, and sing the words they spoke, Till the day-breaking their embraces broke. Shep. See, love, the blushes of the morn appear: And now she hangs her pearly store (Robb'd from the eastern shore) Sweet, I must stay no longer here. Nym. Those streaks of doubtful light usher not day, |