TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON. When love with unconfined wings To whisper at the grates; When flowing cups run swiftly round Our careless heads with roses bound, When, like committed linnets, I Stone walls do not a prison make, THE GRASSHOPPER. [Ode: to Mr. Charles Cotton.] Oh! thou that swingst upon the waving ear Dropt thee from heaven, where thou wert reared; The joys of earth and air are thine entire, That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly, Up with the day, the Sun thou welcomest then, But ah! the sickle! Golden ears are cropped; Sharp frosty fingers all your flowers have topped, And what scythes spared, winds shave off quite. Thou best of men and friends! we will create A genuine summer in each other's breast, And spite of this cold time and frozen fate, Thaw us a warm seat for our rest. Our sacred hearths shall burn eternally, As vestal flames; the North Wind, he Night, as clear Hesper, shall our tapers whip Thus richer than untempted kings are we, TO LUCASTA Lucasta, frown, and let me die! Both kills and doth reprieve; An angel here, the devil there! LORD HERBERT OF CHERBURY. [EDWARD HERBERT, Lord Herbert of Cherbury, elder brother of the poet George Herbert, was born in 1581, and closed a life full of incident and interest in Queen Street, London, August 20, 1648.] His The world has long done justice to Lord Herbert's famous treatise De Veritate, to his admirable Life of Henry VIII, to his singularly interesting Autobiography; but no one has yet been found to vindicate his claim to a place among English poets. poems first appeared in a little volume which was published in 1665, nearly eighteen years after his death; and, as we gather from the preface, were collected by Henry Herbert, uncle to the second Lord Herbert of Cherbury, to whom they are dedicated. They consist of Sonnets, Epitaphs, Satires, Madrigals, and Odes in various measures. Herbert is, like his more distinguished brother, a disciple of the Metaphysical School, though his poems, unlike those of George, are not of a religious character. With much of that extravagance which deforms the lyric poetry of his contemporaries, Lord Herbert has in a large measure grace, sweetness, and originality. He never lacks vigour and freshness. His place is, with all his faults, beside Donne and Cowley. His versification is indeed as a rule far superior to theirs. It is uniformly musical, and his music is often at once delicate and subtle. Though he did not invent the metre, he certainly discovered the melody of that stanza with which Tennyson's great poem has familiarised us, and he has as certainly anticipated some of its most beautiful effects. He is never likely to hold the same place among English poets as his brother, but we do not hesitate to say that no collection of representative English poets should be considered complete which does not contain the poetical works of Lord Herbert of Cherbury. J. CHURTON COLLINS. AN ODF UPON A QUESTION MOVED WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOR EVER. Having interr'd her Infant-birth The watery ground that late did mourn The well-accorded birds did sing Their hymns unto the pleasant time, To which, soft whistles of the wind, When with a love none can express Melander and Celinda fair, The season with their loves did bless. Long their fix'd eyes to Heaven bent When with a sweet though troubled look Then with a look, it seem'd, denied |