154 4 D83s «(» 9 4 4 7 Drinkwater Some Contributions to the English Antholo^J'' THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES THE BRITISH ACADEMY WARTON LECTURE ON ENGLISH POETRY XTTI Some Contributions to the English Anthology (With special reference to the Seventeenth Century) By John Drinkwater [From the Proceedings of the British Academy, Vol. A"\ London INililished for the British Academy By Humphrey Milfonl, Oxford University Press Amcii Corner, E.C. Price Give Shilling net WARTON LECTURE ON ENGLISH POETRV XIII 803IE CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY (WITH SPECIAL REFKllEXCE TO THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY) Bv JOHN DRINKWATER Read Fel)ruary 23, 1922 ' He may at least be sure of a place in the anthologies of the future "" is a reviewer's phrase that has brought comfort, I suppose, to a good many poets who have not hoped for the larger things of fame. And yet it is stiange, for all the diligence of the compilers, to find how iiianv good poets pass with their death into what it would seem may be, but for some lucky accident, permanent oblivion. Herrick publishes his Hespendes in Ki-iJS, and no further edition of what is probably the greatest single volume of lyrics in the language is called for until 1810, when John Nott of Bristol, M.D., comes forward with Select Poem.s enibelli.died with ( ccasional Remarks. Andrew Marvell dies unpublished, but, a little more fortimate in his posthumous fame, appears in a handsome little folio in 1G81, wjiich is followed by a new edition forty-Hve years later, by another fifty years later still, and then he waits nearly another hundred years for the almost universal industry of Dr. Grosart. JSo good a poet as Richard Corbet, with his Farewell Rewards and Fair'us, appears first in HiiT, then again in a surreptitious edition in 1648, and then for a third time in 1()72. In 1807 he is rediscovered by Octavius Gil(;hrist, and after that he remains unedited until our own time; while a poet such as Rochester, at his l)est a lyrist that none of them can surpass, has never from the iK'ginning had his text or liis canon rescued from confusion.' These j)oets are among those who, even in long [K-riods of public Tieglcct, ' .Siiicf writiiijf tlii^, I am gl.ul t<» set- that Mr. .M(iiit;ii;n Snmriicii i- ciif.^a^cfl r)i) an filitioii of KoclieHtcr. XIII K 86025.'i 2 PROCEEDINGS OF THE BRITISH ACADEMY have never wholly escaped the attention of scholars or occasional inclusion in the miscellanies, but the absence of any readily accessible editions of their works has meant that over and over again one student or compiler has merely relied for his knowledge or selection upon one or two poems singled out by his predecessors, and this even when the w^ork in hand has been a serious study and not merely a piece of easy book-compiling. The ordinary hack anthologist need not be considered. In nearly every case he simply steals, more or less at haphazard, from the patient labours of honester men than himself. But it is remark- able how, if we take our view of a poet from, say, ten standard English anthologies, we may easily get a hopelessly inadequate view of his work. To take two examples. Richard Barnefield is a name at least known to every reader who is familiar at all with English poetry. His original editions are practically unprocurable, there being in each case perhaps but three or four known copies, while the Roxborough reprint is by no means common, and otherwise the ordinary reader is cut off from access to the full texts. Looking at these ten anthologies, The Golden Treasury, The Oxford Book of English Verse, ^\'^ard"'s English Poets, Beeching's Paradise of English Poetry, Mrs. MeynelPs Flower of the Mind, Sir Arthur Quiller Couch's Golden Pomp, Henley's English Lyrics, Mr. Massingham's Seventeenth Century English Vei'se, Mr. Braithwaite's Elizabethan Verse, and, last, the frankly popular but very comprehensive Book of English Poetry published by Messrs. Jack, we get this result. Mr. Massingham omits Barnefield altogether, as he does not come within his period; of the other nine, seven give The Nightingale alone, while the other two give The Nightingale and Jf Music and Szvcet Poetry Agree, and Ward adds one other sonnet. This means that to all intents and purposes Barnefield is known to nearly the whole English poetry reading public by one poem, and that, charming as it is, not in my opinion his best. As an example of the quality which is entirely unknown to the general reader, and almost so to the scholar, let me quote two of Barnefield's pieces from Poems in Divers Hiimors published by John Jaggard in 1598 : AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, MISTRESSE ELIZA BB:TH SKRYMSHER Loe here beholde the certaine Ende, of euery lining wight: No Creature is secure from Death, for Death will haue his Right. He spareth none : both rich and poore, both young and olde must die ; So fraile is flesh, so short is Life, so sure Mortalitie. When first the Bodye Hues to Life, the soule first dies to sinne : And they that loose this earthly Life, a heavenly Life shall winne. CONTUIBUTIONS TO THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY 3 It" thev Hue well: as well she liv'tl, that lyeth \'iKler heere ; Whoso Vertuous Life to all the Worlcle, most plainly did appeere. Good to the poore, friend to the rieh, and toe to no Degree : A Pn sident of modest Life, and peerelesse Chastitie. Who lolling more, Wlio more belov"d, of eucrie honest mvnde ? Who more to Ilospitalitie, and Clemeneie inclinde Then she ? that being buried here, lyes wrapt in Earth below : From whence wee came, to whom wee must, and bee as shee is now, A Clodd of Clay : though her pure soule in endlesse Blisse doeth rest ; loving all loy, the Place of Peace, prepared for the blest : ^Vhere holy Angells sit and sing, before the King of Kings ; Not mynding worldly Vanities, but onely heavenly Things. Vnto which lov, Vnto which Blisse, Vnto which Place of Pleasure, (jod graunt that wee may come at last, finioy that heauenly Treasure. AN'hich to obtaine, to Hue as shee hath done let us endeuor ; That we may hue with Christ liimselfe (above) that Hues for ever. A COMPARISON OF THK LIFE OF MAN Mans life is well compared to a feast, Eurnisht with choice of all Varietie : To it comes Tyme ; and as a bidden guest Hee sets him downe, in Pompe and Maiestie ; The three-folde Age of Man, the Waiters bee. Then with an earthen voyder (made of clay) Comes Death, Sc takes the table clean away. Mv other example is James Shirley. All ten anthologists give us The Glories of our Blood and State, with the exception of Mr. Massingham, who omits it on the plea that it is too well known for inclusion, six add Victorious Men of Earth No More, four add the hymn O Fly inij Soul, three You Virgins That Did Late Despair^ two The Garden, while Ward and Mr. Massingham e;.ch add one individual selection This means that Shirley's total representation in ten serious anthologies is by seven poems, four of which only make seven appearances between them. Of these seven j)oems, four are taken from the Plavs or Mascpies, and only three, which three make l)ut six appearances ix-'twcen them, are taken from Shirley's principal lyric production, the Poems of Ib'tG, a volume of whicii the luturc aiitiiologiht might take further notice. Here is a sond)rc but linelv lyrical fragment to tempt him : rilK I'ASSINC; MKLL Hark, liow ciiimes the Passing bell, There's no musick to a knell; All the otiier sounds we heai-, I'latter, and but clu-at otn* car. 4 PROCEEDINGS OF THE BRITISH ACADEMY This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resign''d, And a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade ; He that on his pillow lies Tear-enbalmed before he dies. Carries like a sheep his life, To meet the sacrificer's knife, And for eternity is prest. Sad Bell- weather to the rest. It is true that in some cases the anthologist could plead that in following the general choice he was also representing the poet at his indisputable best. If we want to know what, say, Lovelace and Waller were as poets, we must read Tell me not. Sweet, I am iinkhid, and When Love with uncotifined Wings, and Go lovely Rose, and it would be an affectation for the compiler to pretend that any other choice could be within reasonable distance of matching these. But with poets like Barnefield and Shirley, and there are many of them, it is another matter. And we find over and over again even first-rate writers whose general reputations rest on two or three well-known pieces because the compilers of anthologies have failed to familarize themselves with the original sources. And if this is so with poets who, like Shirley, because of the general volume of their w'ork, cannot escape some attention, what is likely to happen to those less fortunate, and doubtless on the whole less admirable ones, who, publishing like Herrick perhaps in 1648, have no Dr. Nott in 1810 nor Dr. Grosart in 1870. It is as a slight contribution to the answer to this question that the present paper is offered. The history of English poetry, of which, I suppose, the father may be said to be Thomas Warton, is as likely as other histories always to remain incomplete. The explorer of the by- ways of English verse knows how often he can defeat the indices of even so learned and exhaustive scholars as Doctors Courthope and Saintsbury. This paper makes no pretence to learning of the standard which modern editorship has made prevalent at every seat of learning in the country. The minutiae of research into questions of texts and sources may be said to have become a special profession requiring a most exact and arduous training. That is not my job. I come before you as the most amateur of scholars, but, having all my life read English poetry as widely as I could, I have for some time amused myself by collecting any books of English verse which bore unfamiliar, or, better still, unknown names. In offering a garland from these little books, mostly of the seventeenth century, while I cannot claim CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY 5 tliat in every case the poet in (juestion is one unknown even to the most diligent student. I am sure that they all have so small a reputa- tion through the body of their work as to amount to nothing at all, and as a group they may be said, with but little exaggeration, to have escaped the antliologists altogether. For some time I had intended to make a small anthology toveriui'- this trround mvself, but then I realized that for the do/en or twenty discoveries that I might n)ake there were ten tiines as manv that I should miss, and it seemed better in this wav to make a few notes iu the hope that other readers miglit from time to time do the same thing, until something really compre- hensive in the way of material might be ready for the perfect compiler when he arrives. In most cases these poets are not even knowu to the historians, and their onlv monument is inclusion in such publications as the splendid Grolicr Club bibliograjihy, mention in which is a guarantee to the bookseller rather than to the critic, although it should be said that though that pul^lication is clearly bibliographical in intention, it had the great advantage of being supervised by Mr. Beverly Chew, who is not only a most distinguished collector but also a man of the finest literary taste and judginent. With one of my unknown poets, John Colloj), I have already dealt at length in a separate paper. He happens to be a poet whose little book, Poex'ia Rcdivivci, 1656, is of considerable quality throughout, whereas in manv cases one finds only a snatch here and there which merits remembrance : The house is swept A\'hich sin so long foul kept : The peny 's found for which the loser wept. And purgM with tears, God's Image re-appears. The peny truly shews whose stamp it bears. Colloj) could write so, and often, but the ])aper I'eferred to contains a good many examples of his work, and he need not be considered further here. I now propose to present my gatherings with as little in the wav of design as may be found in the occasional note-book. In 1662 there appeared a volume entitled Flamma sine Funio : or Poems -ic'ithont Fict'ion.s^ bv It. W., being a collection of miscellaneous [joems including at the end J Lookiu<f -Glass for the s'nk, or The Causes oJ'Syiiiptoitis orS'iirns of Several Diseases with Tlie'irCinrs mid Riiiietl'ies, being the complete plivsician in aiiuisiiig doggerel. Mv copy of the book from the lliitli Lil)rai\ c()me> IVoiii flic 1 Icber Collection and contiiins a note in Heber\ writinir to the ellcct that 11. ^^^, who as we le.'irn from fhc signed Preface was Rowland Watkvns, was jiiinister 6 PROCEEDINGS OF THE BRITISH ACADEMY of Baru in Brecknockshire. He is unknown bo Corser, Collins, and Courthope, but he is to be found in the Bibliotheca Anglo -Poetica. So far as I can discover, except for occasional mention in a catalogue, his is to-day an entirely dead name, and I have discovered no critical reference to him. Here are a few examples of his work : THE BIBLE Much books I have perus'd, but I protest Of books the sacred Bible is the best. Some books may nmch of humane Learning boast But here's the Language of the Holy Ghost, Hence we draw living water, here we do (Observe the Patriarchs lives, and doctrine too : Here Christ himself directs us how to pray, And to the Gate of Heaven chalks the way. Here is the salve, which gives the blind their sight, All darknesse to expel, here is the light : Here is strong meat for men ; and milk to feed The weaker babes, which more perfection need ; Cast off erroneous pamphlets, wanton rhymes. All feigned books of love ; which cheat the times ; And read this book of life ; those shall appear With Christ in Heaven which are written here. THE WEDDING GARMENT Faith is the wedding garment, lind within, With love, without foul spots, or staines of sin. Humility is the most decent lace, And patient hope, which doth this garment grace. Without this royal robe no guest is fit To sup, or at the Lords own table sit. THE WISH Hoc est summum inei, caputque voti ; A little house, a quiet wife. Sufficient food to nourish life. Most perfect health, and free from harm, Convenient cloths to keep me warm. The liberty of foot, and mind. And grace the ways of God to find. This is the summe of my desire, Until I come unto heavens quire. CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY 7 li'ON rilK FAIR AM) \ IMinors (iENTLEWOAFAN MRS. M. S. I'llAT LAN SING EXCKLLENTLV Gratior est virtus venieiis o corporo pulcliro. When first I did this \'ir<rin spie, The object pleas'd my serious eye : But when I lieard her sing, I swear, The tnusick took both heart and ear. Those inward vertues please us best, Which are with outward beauty drest ; And 'tis a comely thing to find In bodies fair, a fairer mind : The Harp, the Viol hither bring. And Birds, musitians of the Spring; VVhen she doth sing, those nuist be mute, They are but Cymbals to the Lute : She with her Notes doth rise, and fall. More sweetly than the Nightingal : God in her pious heart keeps place, Some Angel in her voice and face. UPON THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, HOSPITABLE, AND INGENUOUS GENTLE^^OMAN MRS. BLANCH MORGAN OF THE THEROA^' Some fraii;rant flowers the smell, some trees the sight Do nuich content, some pearls are wondrous bright : 'I'here's not so swee.t a flower, so fair a tree. So pure a gemme in all the world, as she : Some Ladies humble are, and some are wise ; Some chast, some kind, some fair to please the eyes; All vertues do in her like stars appear, And make a glorious constellation there. THE MER( IFUL SAMARITAINE No balm from Gilead, no IMiysitian can Heal me, but Christ the true Samaritan. When I am sick, and when my wounds are foul. He hath liis oyle and wine to dense my soul. Mv sins the tiiieves, which woinided me, ha\c bin. Help, I.,<)rd, conduct me to thv peaceful Inn. THE (;ARI)ENER Slie sujiposiug liini to Itc the (iardeiuT, said unto hiui, .Foil. JO. Mary prevents the day; she rox' to weep. And see the bed, where Jesus lav aslcej). She found out whom she souiilif ; but dofii nol know Her Masters face; lie i^ the (iaidcncr now. 8 PROCEEDINGS OF THE BRITISH ACADEMY This Gardener Edens Garden did compose, For which the chiefest Plants and Flowers he chose. He took great care to have sweet Rivers run T'enrich the ground, where he his work begun. He is the Gardener still, and knoweth how To make the Lilies and the Roses grow. He knows the time to set, when to remove His living plants to make them better prove. He hath his pruning knife, when we grow wild, To tame our nature, and make us more mild : He curbs his dearest children: when 'tis need, He cuts his choycest Vine, and makes it bleed. He weeds the poisonous herbs, which clog the ground. He knows the rotten hearts, he knows the sound. The blessed Virgin was the pleasant bower, This Gardener lodg'd in his appointed hour: Before his birth his Garden was the womb, In death he in a Garden chose his Tomb. PROVERBIAL SENTENCES AVho hath the better game, doth fear the end : Who hath the worse, doth hope the game may mend. • ••••••••■•a Who in the glass doth oft behold her face, Hath little care to dress her dwelling place. When once the tree is fallen, which did stand, Then every man will take his axe in hand. No Church yard is so hansome any where. As will straight move one to be buried there. Here is great talk of Turk and Pope : but I Find that my neighbour doth more hurt than they. A disappointing poet is Robert Wild, whose Iter Boreale was first published in 1660. That Wild should have escaped the critics and enthusiasts is not surprising, since as a poet he is continually within a word of an achievement that he as continually misses. I mention him here merely on account of a bibliographical point in connexion with his one lovely moment of inspiration. Mr. Braithwaite, in his Book of Restoration Verse, gives his Epitaph for a Godly Mans Tomb without any proper indication as to its source, and Mr. Massingham, whose Seventeenth Century English Verse is on the whole a very satisfying and original piece of work, gives the same Epitaph as coming from the Iter Boreale of 1660. In fact it was not in the first edition of 1660 nor the second of 1661 nor the third of 1665, but it made its CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY 9 first appearance in the fourth edition dated 1668. Once elsewhere in a single line, Newgate or Hell were Heav'n if Christ were there . . . AVild promises to satisfy expectations. But otherwise it is in the Epitaph^ and here alone, that he proves himself, for one glorious breath, a poet. I know of hardly any other case of a man courting the muse so constantly with no favour given, and then coming into the full presence for one marvellous moment, to return to the darkness forever : AN EPITAIMI FOR A GODLV MANS TOMB Here lies a piece of Christ, a Star in Dust ; A Vein of Gold, a China Dish that must Be us'd in Heav'n, when God shall Feast the Just. Had Wild done any considerable body of work at that j)itch he would have been among the great lyrists. As it is he is dust, with his one little jewel to catch the eye of a very occasional traveller in passing. His second best is the not charmless douiiei'el : Alas, poor scholar AMiither wilt thou go ? which, however, is of little importance. Another poet almost, although not entirelv, unknown to the anthologists is Edward Sherburne, whose Salinacis, Lijrian and Sylvia, Forsaken Lyd'ia, The Rape of Iliilvn, a Coimncnt thereon^ with scverall otJtcr Poems and Translations, was published in 1G51. Mr. Braithwaite, whose anthological range is an unusually wide one, gives seven of his lyrics, and Mr. Massingham one. But it remained for Professor Grierson, in iiis Metapltij.sical Lijrics and Poems of the Seventeenth Century, to re-publish the lovely Ivric The Prond Aefft/ptian Qiurn. I may boast to myself privately that I had the poem in my note-book before Professor Grierson's book appeared, and he will, I am sure, not grudge me the pleasure of following him in drawing attention to his discovery in the hope that by this Sherburne may find yet two or three more rcfuiers : \\i» ^iii: w Asiii:i) Ills I i;i:i' w nii iiioii ikakks, and \\'iim-;i) iHKM Wnil rilK IIAIKS OF HKK IIKAI) The proud .Egyptian (»)u(rii, her Uoiiiau (iuesl, ('Fexpress lier Love in i light of State, and I'leasure) With Pearl dissoJvM in (iold, did feast. Both I'ood, and 'iVi-jusure. 10 PROCEEDINGS OF THE BRITISH ACADEMY And now (dear Lord !) thy Lover, on the fair And silver Tables of thy Feet, behold ! Pearl in her Tears, and in her Hair, Offers thee Gold. Another poet who has hitherto received far less attention than is his due is Thomas Flatnmn,^ whose Poems and Songs first appeared in 1674. Quite lately Professor Saintsbury has given a full edition of his work in the third volume of his admirable Caroline Poets, so that the fame of There's an experienc't Rebel, Time, And in his Squadrons Poverty ; There ""s Age that brings along with him A terrible Artillery. . . . and many other such fortunate things can no longer be said to be in obscurity. Mathew Stevenson, whose Occasions Off-spring or Poems tipon Severall Occasions was published in 1654, appears, on the other hand, apart from an occasional bibliographical reference, to have escaped the attention of anybody at all. His book is pleasant reading always, and one longish poem. At the Florists Feast in Norwich, is full of colour and delight. It is too long to quote in full, but here is the concluding Song, which in itself ought to give Stevenson his place in the collections : THE SONG Stay ! O stay ! ye winged howers. The windes that ransack East, and West, Have breathd peifumes upon our flowers, More fragrant then the Phoenix nest : Then stay ! O stay sweet howers ! that yee. May witnesse that, which time nere see. Stay a while, thou featherd Syth-man, And attend the Queen of flowers. Show thy self for once a blyth man. Come dispence with a few howers : Else we our selves will stay a while. And make our pastime. Time beguile. This day is deignd to Floras use, If yee will revell too, to night Weel presse the Grape, to lend ye juyce, Shall make a deluge of delight: And when yee cant hold up your heads, Our Garden shall afford ye beds. ^ Flatniau wasj of course^ well known to Mr. Bullen. But tlien^ what poet was not? CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY 11 A poet even less known than Stevenson, if that were possible, is Daniel Cuchnore, the author of Ev\oSia or A Prayer-Song. Being Sacred Poems on The History (if the Birth and Passion of our Blessed Saviour, published in 1655. His nuise is a little laboured, and his lyric riiijfhts generally more notable for length than for certainty and trrace. Nevertheless he sometimes achieves a dark l)eautv of iiis own, as in the following on a text from Mark : If could some Delius with divided iiands Sound the Seas depth, and on his souls recorder Imprint the wracks, huge rocks, and heaps of sands, Which there lie scatterM in confus'd disorder: This could he do, by Nature''s strength or art, Yet none could sound the bottom of the heart. 2 Should >()n!e Ship-master make's fore-split tiie Probe Of Nature's secrets, and so bring to view Land to make up a perfect earthly Globe, Which Drake nor Kit Columbus never knew : Yet, as in the great world, so in his own. He nuist confers there's yet much land unknown. The heart's a Sea for depth, like Sodom-lake, Dead, thick, and gross; in it will sink no good: Th" hearts land's unknown; wherein what monsters make Their hides and dens, few yet have understood. The centre may be purest earth ; yet th"' heart The bodies centre \s the corru[)ter part. Our heart-strings arc the cords of vanity; Their caverns are the devil's lurking-holes; No fit Triangle for tlic Trinity ; All liabitation more fit for moles: Their cauls the veils of dauui'd Ilxpocrisie. Thus is sunrd up man's wretched .Majestie. 5 If thus the Sun within our (irinainen!. Into a Meteor de<renerate ; If thus the King within our continent. Ix'fs sin and hist usurp iiis lloyal state: If thus corrupted l)e the bodies liavcn. How shall we m.inchets be prepard for heaven)' 12 PROCEEDINGS OF THE BRITISH ACADEIVIY 6 Whe'er Hell be in th^eartli's centre, I suspend ; But in man's centre's coucli'd an Hell of sin : Nor do so many lines to tli' centre tend, As in a M'icked heart fiends make their Inne : Which yet most know no more, then can be found Where Arethusa windes beneath the ground. Lord, shew me in the Mirrour of thy Law The horrour of my heart by bright reflection : In that thy Glass, there falshood is nor flaw : Though wickedly some scorn its true direction, And Avhip the Tutor for his discipline ; Yet Lord direct me by that Glass of thine. 8 Oh daign my heart with graces to perfume. And th'rowly purge it from each noisome vapor, Whose rank infection choaks each neighboring room. And strives to damp my souFs aspiring tapor. O make my heart-strings. Lord, thy cords of love ; So mine according to thy heart shall pro\e. In 1638 was published Kalendar'mm, Hnmanae Vifac. The Kalender of Mans Life. The volume is a charmingly produced one, embellished with wood-cuts, and consists of reflective poems on the changes of the year, done in both Latin and English verse. The author was Robert Farley, again a poet to-day wholly unknown to fame beyond a collector's note here and there. The following Spring piece, re- miniscent in its verse of the poet of Everyman^ called A prill, or Mans Iifancie, is an example of many that should have brought him better luck : Thine Infant (Lord) to be I crave, Let not my gray haires sinne to grave. My soule doth cry, still thou it Lord With milke of thy eternall Word ; Author of grace, nurse grace in me, So I at length shall strengthened be. Clense me from first and second guilt, Onely thou canst (Lord) if thou wilt ; Then shall I be a Dennizon There, where uncleannesse commeth none. Let not Hells Siren lull asleepe My soule to drowne it in the deepe; Lord make it watch for Ileav'ns joyes Regarding nothing worldly toyes. CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY 13 Behold my soiile rock't too and fro, Doth crv for fearc and cannot Q-oe ; Now least instornie it drowned be, Take it into the shi}) with Thee. So shall Thou thinke me to be thine. And I shall thinke thy kin'^dome mine ; So shall my soule thy mercies prove And learne thv mercies how to love. Mr. Braithwaite and INIr. Massingham give examples, the former tiiree, the latter one, of John Hall, whose Poems was published at Cambridge in IG-iG, and reprinted in Caroline Poets. Both these editors give what is perhaps on the whole his best poem. The Call., but Mr. Braithwaite"'s other selections are not, I think, the best that could be made. Otherwise I do not find him quoted anywhere, although here, as in other cases, I am naturally prepared to find that in the great field of poetical research references have escaped me. In any case Hall, like most of these poets, has only been discovered in these two hundred vears by lucky accident or the rarest erudition such as Professor Saintsburv's. His work is full of charming touches, although he seldom brings off a poem completely. This opening of rfie Chnstall. for example, is a lovely but unfulfilled promise : This Christall here That shines so clear. And carri's in its womb a little day ; Once hammerd will appear Impure as dust, as dark as clay. When, however, our })erfect anthology is compiled, this little book will have to be examined carefully, as the following example will show : HOMK TKAVELL What need I travell, since I may Moic choiser wonders here survay ? ^Vhat need I Tire for purple seek \Vhen I may find it in a cheek ? Or sack the Eastern shores, there lies More jjrccious Diamonds in her eyes? \\ hut need I dig IVru for Oare When every hair of her yields more ? Or toile for (iunnnes in Iiuha Since she can breath more rich tlien they.' Or ransack Africk, theie will be On either hand more Ivory? But look within, all Vertues that Each nation would appropriate, 14 PROCEEDINGS OF THE BRITISH ACADEMY And with the glory of them rest, Are in this map at large exprest ; That who N\ould travell here might know The little world in Folio. There are not only poets whose claim to some brief attention rests on a stray lyric or two, but even the more difficult cases of men whose good things, even in short poems, lie surrounded by mediocrity. Alexander Ross, for example, whose Mel Heliconmm : oi\ Poeticall Honey i gathered out of the weeds of Parnassus ^^^vhWahedi in 1642, will, I think, yield no completely satisfactory poem to the most diligent search, can yet not infrequently set all our expectations agog by such felicities as ' * We^'e all in Atalanta's case, AVe run apace, Untill our wandring eyes behold The glittVing gold : And then Ave lose in vanity Our race, and our virginity and Who glory in your golden hair. And in smooth Alabaster skins ; And think with Swans you may compare In whitenesse, that your cheeks and chins Can match white Lillies, and Vermilion. Yet think upon The flower that 's in your hand. Again, to turn to our perfect anthology, this particular problem will be greatly intensified for the compiler when he passes beyond the seventeenth into the eighteenth century, that long smooth poetical waste-land in which lie hidden all sorts of treasures for the finding, apart from the few that have already become common property. So early as 1692 we have a little volume. Poems on Several Occasions, by Thomas Fletcher, written, as the author's Preface informs us, wlien the author was hardly out of his 'teens, and for the most part without any merit but that of a common precocity. But suddenly in the middle of the book we come across Content, A Pastoral Dialogue, witli passages as good as this : Damon. Some wish, and see their Flocks increase ; They gain Wealth, but lose their Peace : Folds enlarged enlarge their Care ; Who have much, for much must fear : Others see their Flocks decay ; AVith their Flocks they pine away. CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY 15 The Shepherd, who would happv be. Must not seek Causes for his Joy ; Must not for Pretenees tarrv : But be unreasonably merry. It" tuneful Birds salute the Spring', From the Birds I learn to sing; If the Heavens laugh a while, From the Heav'ns I learn to smile : But if Mists obseure the I)av, And blaek Clouds fright the Sun away ; I never dread the angry Skv ; Why should I think it frowns on me ? • ,, :" • •,,. • • • • [I] 'Ihiiik on the lime, when I shall be From Clouds and Storms for ever free ; FlacM in Elysium ; where, they say, Blest Ghosts enjoy Eternal Day, Paternal Spring ; where, all the year, The Fields their freshest Honours wear. In vain the sullen Heavens scowl, Storms and Tempest round me howl ; I make fair Weather in my Soul. Before endinj; this momentarv dii^ression into a later ajje, I should like to (juote two trifles from another of the innumerable Poems on Severall Occa.'i'ions, this time published in 1735, the author John Hughes, the friend of Addison and Steele, and the dramatist of The Siege of Dai/iiisnts, a very far from negligible play : .SONNET (From the Frencli) I die with too transporting Joy, If she I love rewards my Fire; If SI e's inexoi-ably Coy, With loo much Fassion I expire. No Way the Fates afford to shun 'I'he cruel Torment I endure; Since I am doomM to be undone By the Disease, or by the Cure. S()N(; rHK FAIR IllAVKLLKIt In young Astrca's sparkling Eye, Ilesistiess I^)vc Ims (ix\l liis 'IMirone ; A thousand Lovers bleeding lie l''or Her, with Wounds they fear to own. 16 PROCEEDINGS OF THE BRITISH ACADEMY While the coy Beauty speeds her Flight To distant Groves from whence she came ; So Lightning vanishes from Sight, But leaves the Forest in a Flame ! Here is at least an elegance which we might expect from a writer who tells us in one of his Essays that ' A plain unletter''d man is always more agreeable Company, than a Fool in several Languages \ I may, perhaps, here ask a question in the hope that some eighteenth- century expert may be able to throw light on a curious little textual problem. Locker- Lampson in his Lyia Elegantiariivi gives this lovely lyric : THE WHITE ROSE Sent by a Yorkist Gentleman to his Lancastrian Mistress. If this fair rose oifend thy sight. Placed in thy bosom bare, 'Twill blush to find itself less white. And turn Lancastrian there. But if thy ruby lip it spy, — As kiss it thou mayst deign, — With envy pale 'twill lose its dye, And Yorkist turn again. Locker-Lampson strangely ascribes this to James Somerville, whose dates he gives as 1692 to 1742. There seems to be no authority for bringing such a James Somerville into being, and there is no doubt that William Somervile, 1677, or thereabouts, to 1742, is meant. And, in fact, in Occasional Poems, published in 1727, by the author of The Chase, there is a poem entitled Presenting to a Lady a White Rose and a Red, on the Tenth of June, five stanzas in length, the last three of which are poor, with this opening : If this pale rose offend your Sight, It in your bosom wear; 'Twill blush to find itself less white, And turn Lancastrian there. But, Celia, should the Red be chose, With gay Vermilion bright ; "Twou'd sicken at each Blush that glows, And in Despair turn White. One almost wants to make a composite of the two versions, and it would be interesting to know Locker-Lampson's authority for his text. He makes no reference to the poem in his notes. Before leaving Somervile I should like to give this jest from his Moral Fables : CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY 17 THE MORAL TO A FABLE, 'THE OYSTER' Ye men ot" Norfolk, and of Wales, Erom this learn connnon Sense ; Nor thrust your Neighbours into Jayls, Eor ev'rv slight Offence. Danish those Vermin of Debate, That on your Substance feed ; The Knaves who now are servM in Plate, Wou'd starve, if Fools agreed. In aildition to the acknowledged and original work of these poets, and many like tliein, there are the innnense fields of the Translations and tlie poetical Miscellanies in which to go treasure-hunting. The .Miscellanies themselves still offer wide and profitable opportunity for research. ]\Ir. liullen and others have done much, but there are still volumes, such as one which I have in my possession, called A^i^ze* Court So7igs and Poems, l)y R. \'. Gent, who is supposed by the cataloguers to be Robert \'eele, which are full of delights and riddles. I am approaching the end of my allotted time, and, in any case, I should be very hesitant to venture into these very tricksy regions of specula- tion. Each of us, as we follow our own reading, may make a lucky attribution here and there, but to sort any of these volumes out into clear order would need (|ualifications not mine. Mere guess-work l)rinfrs no enliuhteninent with it, and to indulge in it would mean that one could onlv approach one's audience something in the mood of the Printer of Richard Fanshawe's II Pastor Fido in the second issue of 1 648, who addressed his reader thus : • Header, Thou wilt meet in the .Vdditiouall Poems with many literall Errours, and in Pastor Eido with some, besides the two noted at the end thereof. It will be easie for Thee, with thy judgment and t'ood heed to rcctilie all as thou goest along. I beseech thee doe it to salve mv c redit with him that set me a work. \Vho am of Those that had rather cmifesse their faidts, than mend them. Earewell.'' In reading through such poems as these that have been here considered, one is struck anew with the innnense wisdom of Words- worth's remark that 'Poetry is emotion recollected in Iraiujuillity \ These poets, we may b(.' sure, wen- most of them passionate, heady people, troubled and shaken by life and their own character. And vet in reading tlirough their verses all the sniollu'r has gone, and wc move through clear and traii(|uil, but none the less exhilarating, airs. 18 PROCEEDINGS OF THE BRITISH ACADEMY Indeed it is this kind of tranquillity which is the most bracing of all conditions. Here is to be found the true balance of form. As William Habington, the poet of Casfa?'a, said : ' He hath by a liberall education beene softned to civility ; for that rugged honesty some rude men professe, is an indigested Chaos ; which may containe the seedes of goodnesse, but it wants forme and order.' And by way of Habington we may, before closing, make a brief return to the seventeenth century, which has been chiefly our concern. Habington, on the whole, has been dealt fairly with by the antho- logists, but his book contains many pieces worth remembering besides Ye hlusMng Virgins happy are, and When I Survey the bright Celestial Sphere, by which he is usually represented ; this, for example, Upon the Thought of Age and Death, which I take from the third edition of 1639, as having at one point a better text than the first edition of 1634 : Tlie breath of time shall blast the flowry Spring, Which so perfumes thy cheekc, and with it bring So darke a mist, us shall eclipse the light Of thy faire eyes, in an eternall night. Some melancholly chamber of the earth, (For that like Time devoures whom it gave breath) Thy beauties shall entombe, while all who ere Lov'd nobly, offer up their sorrowes there. But I whose griefe no formall limits bound, Beholding the darke caverne of that ground, Will there immure myselfe. And thus I shall Thy mourner be, and my owne funerall. Else by the weeping magicke of my verse, Thou hadst revived to triumph o're thy hearse. In conclusion, a word of Joshua Sylvester, known to fame, that strange public that so often reads so little, as the translator of Du Bartas. He appears in a great number of anthologies with the lovely Sonnet Were I as base as is the lowly plain, the original appearance of which I have been unable to trace in any of his books that have been accessible to me. Otherwise he has, I think, not been called upon by the compilers at all. And yet there is a very attractive fat little volume, or rather volumes, since a small group of these are nearly always found together, of which the chief titles are The Parliament of Vertues Royal, and The Second Session of the Parliament of Vertues ReaJl. There is no date on either of the title pages, but from dates on some of the sub-titles it appears to have been published CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE ENGLISH ANTHOLOGY 19 less than ten years, in any case, before Sylvester''s death in 1618. Over and over again the poet catches the great note of a great age as in I cannot strike Ajjpollo's string, Study for Heav'n and timely ring Sacred Aaron's golden Bell ; Nor sing at once the Thespian Songs, And serve my Country, as belongs: Therefore, Muses, heere Fare-well. The best poem in the book is Memorials of Mortalitie, a long and sustained meditation full of brave music. It is in this poem that there is a line, ' Ther's but a Sigh from Table to the Tonibe\ which anticipates the most famous of Orinda's verses : Yet carelessly we run our race, As if we could Death's summons waive ; And think not on the narrow space Between the Table and the Grave. These are a few of the two hundred stanzas of the Memorials : Who feares this Death, is more then deadly sick ; In midst of 1 ife he seems even dead for dreed ; Death in his brest he beares, as buried Quick : For, feare of Death is worse then Death indeed. • •••••••••■ The World's a Sea, the Galley is this Life, The Master, Time ; the Pole, Hope promiseth ; Fortune the Winde ; the stormie Tempest, Strife; And Man the Howe-Slave, to the Port of Death. The World is much of a faire Mistress mood, Wliich, wilie, makes more Fooles then Favorites; Hugs These, hates Those; yet will of all be woo'd : But never keeps the Promise that she plights. • •••■■•>•■« Where arc Those .Moiuirclis. mightv Concjucrors, \\ li()>c brows ere-wliilc the who! Worlds Laurel drest, When Sea and Land could show no \a\\\(\ but Theirs.'' Now, of it All, only Sea\cii Hi Is do rest. All These huge Buildings, These proud Piles (ahts !) Which secmM to threaten, Heav'n it selfe to scale; Have now givi-n j)lac(' to l''orrcsts, (Jioves, aiul (irass; And Time hath changM their Names and Place wit hall. 20 PROCEEDINGS OF THE BRITISH ACADEMY Thy Term expired, Thou put'st-off Payment yet. And weenst to win much by some Months delay. Sith pay thou must, wer't not as good be quit ? For, Death will be no gentler any Day. Life, to the life, The Chesse-board lineats ; Where Pawnes and Kings have equall Portion : This leaps, that limps, this cheks, that neks, that mates Their Names are diverse ; but, their Wood is one. Tis better fall, then still to feare a Fall : Tis better die, then to be still a-dying : The End of Pain ends the Complaint withall : And nothing grieves that comes but once, and flying. This Life's a Web, woven fine for som, som grosse ; Some Hemp, some Flax, some longer, shorter some ; Good and 111 Haps are but the Threeds acrosse : And first or last. Death cuts it from the Loom. 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