Byron's "Maid of Athens," Shelley's "Epithalamium," and Coleridge's "Geneviève," we must be content with naming. 5. Revelry is a lyrical theme which has been largely illustrated by our poets, especially by those of the seventeenth century. We must confine ourselves to a single specimen, taken from Cowley: "The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, 6. The lyrics of war, whatever may be the reason, are not found in great numbers, nor of extraordinary merit, in English literature. We might mention Campbell's "Hohenlinden" and "Battle of the Baltic," the stirring ballad of "Count Albert," and the gathering song "Pibroch of Donuil Dhu," both by Scott; and Macaulay's ballads of "Naseby" and "Ivry," and "Lays of Rome." In Dryden's great lyric, "Alexander's Feast," the "mighty master" of the lyre, after successfully preluding upon the themes of love and revelry, thus in a bolder strain summons the hero to war: "Now strike the golden lyre again, And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head, As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around: Revenge, revenge! Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise! See the snakes that they rear! How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain; Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew! Behold how they toss their torches on high, And glittering temples of the hostile gods. The princes applaud with a furious joy, And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy!" Elegiac Poetry: "Fidele," "The Castaway," "Lycidas," "Adonais." English poetry, in sympathy with the sad and lowering skies of our northern climate, is never more powerful and pathetic than when heard in the accents of mourning. The influences of external nature and of the national temperament dispose our poets to taciturnity and thoughtfulness; and, in a world so full of change and death, thoughtfulness easily passes into sadness. Elegiac poems may be distinguished as objective or subjective, according as their tenor and general aim may be, either simply to occupy themselves with the fortunes, character, and acts of the departed, or to found a train of musings, having reference to self, or at least strongly colored by the writer's personality, upon the fact of bereavement. Among those of the former class may be specified, the dirge in Cymbeline, Milton's sonnet on Shakspeare, Dryden's elegy on Cromwell, Tickell's on Addison, Cowper's lines on "The Loss of the Royal George," Campbell's "Lord Ullin's Daughter," the song of Harold in "The Lay of the Last Minstrel," Cowper's "Castaway," and Pope's Elegy on an Unfortunate Lady." Nothing can exceed the simple beauty of the song of the brothers over the body of Fidele: 1_ 66 "Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Home thou art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; To thee the reed is as the oak: Fear no more the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Thou hast finished joy and moan; No exorciser harm thee! 1 Cymbeline, Act iv. Scene 2. Cowper's lines on the loss of the Royal George sound like the passing bell: "Toll for the brave, — The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave "The Castaway," by the same author, combines what is most touching in both kinds of elegy. After a minute description of the long struggle for life of the sailor lost overboard, the interest of the tale, great in itself, is suddenly rendered tenfold more intense by the application of it in the last stanza to the case of the unhappy writer: "No voice divine the storm allayed, When, far from all effectual aid, We perished, each alone; But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in blacker gulfs than he." A similar turn is given to the conclusion of Pope's "Elegy: " "So peaceful rests without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and fame. A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be! The Muse forgot, and thou beloved no more!" Among elegies of the subjective class may be mentioned the lines written by Raleigh the night before his death, Cowley's elegy on Crashaw, Milton's "Lycidas," Gray's "Elegy in a Country Churchyard,” and Shelley's "Adonais." At the close of his meteor-like career, the gallant Raleigh wrote his own epitaph in these few pious and feeling lines: "Even such is Time, that takes on trust Who in the dark and silent grave, "Lycidas" was written by Milton to commemorate the death of a college friend, Mr. King, who was drowned on the passage from England to Ireland. But Milton's grief sets him thinking; and, in this remarkable poem, the monotone of a deep sorrow is replaced by the linked musings of a mind, which, once set in motion by grief, pours forth abundantly the treasures of thought and imagination stored up within it. The following eloquent passage contains a line that has almost passed into a proverb: "Alas! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, To scorn delights, and live laborious days; 6 |