miration for the works and character of Daniel, and to have lost no opportunity of expressing it. Towards the close of his life, the poet retired to a farm he had at Beckington, in Somersetshire, where he died October 14, 1619. The works of Daniel fill two considerable volumes. They include sonnets, epistles, masques, and dramas; but his principal production is a 'History of the Civil Wars between York and Lancaster,' a poem in eight books, published in 1604. Musophilus, containing a General Defence of Learning,' is another elaborate and thoughtful work by Daniel His tragedies and masks fail in dramatic interest, and his epistles are perhaps the most pleasing and popular of his works. His style is remarkably pure, clear, and flowing, but wants animation. He has been called the well-languaged Daniel;' and certainly the copiousness, ease and smoothness of his language distinguish him from his contemporaries. He is quite modern in style. In taste and moral feeling he was also pre-eminent. Mr. Hallam thinks Daniel wanted only greater confidence in his own power; but he was deficient in fire and energy. His thoughtful, equable verse flows on unintermittingly, and never offends; but it becomes tedious and uninteresting from its sameness, and the absence of what may be called salient points. His quiet graces and vein of moral reflection are, however, well worthy of study. His 'Epistle to the Countess of Cumberland' is a fine effusion of meditative thought. From the Epistle to the Countess of Cumberland. He that of such a height hath built his mind, And reared the dwelling of his thoughts so strong, Of vanity or malice pierce to wrong His settled peace, or to disturb the same: Where greatness stands upon as feeble feet As frailty doth and only great doth seem He looks upon the mightiest monarch's wars, Where evermore the fortune that prevails Conspires with power, whose cause must not be ill. He sees the face of right t' appear as manifold Who puts it in all colours, all attires, To serve his ends, and makes his courses hold. Nor is he moved with all the thunder-cracks Of power, that proudly sits on others' crimes; Up in the present for the coming times, Appal not him; that hath no side at all, But of himself, and knows the worst can fall. Richard II. the Morning before his Murder in Pontefract Castle. Whether the soul receives intelligence, Or whether nature else hath conference With profound sleep, and so doth warning send, However, so it is, the now sad king, The morning of that day which was his last, Out at a little grate his eyes he cast Upon those bordering hills and open plain, Where others' liberty make him complain The more his own, and grieves his soul the more, 'O happy man,' saith he, 'that lo I see, Grazing his cattle in those pleasant fields, Nor change his state with him that sceptre wields 'Thou sitt'st at home safe by thy quiet fire, For pity must have part-envy not all. 'Thrice happy you that look as from the shore, Other men's travels, while yourselves sit free. How much doth your sweet rest make us the more Whose blinded greatness, ever in turmoil, Early Love. Ah, I remember well-and how can I Our flame began, when scarce we knew what was We spent our childhood. But when years began Sonnets. I must not grieve my love, whose eyes would read Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, MICHAEL DRAYTON, born, it is supposed, at Atherstone, in Warwickshire, about the year 1563, at the age of ten was made page to a person of quality-a situation which was not at that time thought too humble for the sons of gentlemen. He is said, upon dubious authority, to have been for some time a student at Oxford. It is certain that, in early life, he was highly esteemed and strongly patronised by several persons of consequence, particularly by Sir Henry Goodere, Sir Walter Aston, and the Countess of Bedford; to the first he was indebted for great part of his education, and for recommending him to the countess; the second supported him for several years. In 1593, Drayton published a collection of his pastorals, and in 1598 gave to the world his more elaborate poems of The Barons' Wars' and England's Heroical Epistles.' On the accession of James I. in 1603, Drayton acted as esquire to Sir Walter Aston, in the ceremony of his installation as a Knight of the Bath. The poet expected some patronage from the new sovereign, but was disappointed. He published the first part of his most elaborate work, the Polyolbion,' in 1612, and the second in 1622, the whole forming a poetical description of England, in thirty songs or books. The Polyolbion' is a work entirely unlike any other in English poetry, both in its subject and in the manner of its composition. It is full of topographical and antiquarian details, with innumerable allusions to remarkable events and persons, as connected with various localities; yet such is the genius of the author, so happily does he idealise almost everything he touches, and so lively is the flow of his verse, that we do not readily tire in perusing his vast mass of information. He seems to have followed Spenser in his personification of natural objects, such as hills, rivers, and woods. The information contained in the 'Polyolbion' is in general so accurate, that it is quoted as an authority by Hearne and Wood. In 1627, Drayton published a volume containing 'The Battle of Agincourt,' 'The Court of Faerie,' and other poems. Three years later appeared another volume, entitled 'The Muses' Elysium,' from which it appears that he had found a final shelter in the family of the Earl of Dorset. On his death in 1631, he was buried in Westminster Abbey, where a monument, containing an inscription in letters of gold, was raised to his memory by the wife of that nobleman, the justly celebrated Lady Anne Clifford, subsequently Countess of Pembroke and Montgomery. Morning in Warwickshire-Description of a Stag-hunt. When Phoebus lifts his head out of the winter's wave, He was in coming forth, that should the thickets thrill; E. L. v. 1-7 |