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And lest the arbours might their secret love bewray, He doth keep back his forward foot from passing there by day;

But when on earth the night her mantle black hath spread, Well armed he walketh forth alone, nor dreadful foes doth dread.

What maketh Love not bold-nay, whom makes he not blind?

He riveth dangers dread oft times out of the lover's mind. By night he passeth here a week or two in vain,

And for the missing of his mark his grief hath nigh him slain.

His whetted arrow loosed, so touched her to the quick That through the eye it strake the heart, and then the head did stick.

It booted not to strive-for why? she wanted strength; The weaker aye unto the strong of force must yield at length.

A prose version of Romeo and Juliet was printed in 1567 in The Palace of Pleasure, a collection of tales, of which a previous volume had appeared in 1565, the editor of which was WILLIAM PAYNTER, clerk of the armoury to Queen Elizabeth. Paynter's novel is greatly inferior to Brooke's poem.

GEORGE GASCOIGNE.

GEORGE GASCOIGNE, son of Sir John Gascoigne of Essex (circa 1530-1577) is celebrated as one of the earliest contributors to the English drama and one of our first satirists. Among the poets of the beginning of Elizabeth's reign, he deserves to rank next to Lord Buckhurst. Gascoigne's life was full of adventure. He first studied law at Gray's Inn,

And Juliet that now doth lack her heart's reliefHer Romeus' pleasant eyes, I mean-is almost dead for but was disinherited by his father for his prodigality. grief.

Each day she changeth hours-for lovers keep an hour When they are sure to see their love in passing by their bower.

Impatient of her wo, she happed to lean one night

He then set out for Holland, and served gallantly under the Prince of Orange. Being, however, on one occasion surprised by the Spanish army, he was taken prisoner, and detained four months. At the expiration of his confinement, he returned to Eng

Within her window, and anon the moon did shine so land, and settled at Walthamstow, where he collected bright,

That she espied her love: her heart, revived, sprang, And now for joy she claps her hands which erst for wo she wrang.

Eke Romeus, when he saw his long desired sight,

and published his poems. He experienced a share of royal favour, for he accompanied the Queen to Kenilworth, and supplied part of the poetical and scenic entertainment at Dudley's magnificent seat, and also at Woodstock. His poem of Steel Glass,

His morning cloak of moan cast off, hath clad him with 1576, is in blank verse, of which we add a delight.

Yet dare I say of both that she rejoiced more;

His care was great-hers twice as great was all the time before!

Shakspeare found the outline of his character of Mercutio-so marvellously wrought up by the dramatic poet-and also that of the garrulous old nurse, in Brooke's poem. The following lines from the passage between Romeus and the nurse are characteristic:

Now for the rest let me and Juliet alone;

To get her leave, some feat excuse I will devise anon;
For that her golden locks by sloth have been unkempt,
Or for, unwares, some wanton dream the youthful damsel
dreamt,

Or for in thoughts of love her idle time she spent,
Or otherwise within her heart deserved to be shent.
I know her mother will in no case say her nay;
I warrant you she shall not fail to come on Saturday.
And then she swears to him, the mother loves her well;
And how she gave her suck in youth she leaveth not to
tell.

A pretty babe, quod she, it was when it was young;
Lord, how it could full prettily have prated with its
tongue!

A thousand times and more I laid her on my lap, &c.

There is great beauty in this figurative passage, which is not unlike the early manner of Shakspeare:

He in her sight did seem to pass the rest as far

As Phoebus' shining beams do pass the brightness of a star.

In wait lay warlike Love, with golden bow and shaft, And to his ear with steady hand the bow-string up he raft.

Till now she had escaped his sharp, inflaming dartTill now he listed not assault her young and tender heart.

specimen :

The gentleman which might in country keep
A plenteous board, and feed the fatherless
With pig and goose, with mutton, beef, and veal-
Yea, now and then a capon and a chick-

Will break up house and dwell in market-towns
A loitering life, and like an epicure.

But who meanwhile defends the commonwealth?
Who rules the flock when shepherds are so fled?
Who stays the staff which should uphold the state?
Forsooth, good sir, the lawyer leapeth in-
Nay, rather leaps both over hedge and ditch,
And rules the roast-but few men rule by right.
O knights, O squires, O gentle bloods y-born,
You were not born only for yourselves:
Your country claims some part of all your pains;
There should you live, and therein should you toil,
To hold up right, and banish cruel wrong;
To help the poor, and bridle back the rich,
To punish vice, and virtue to advance-
To see God served, and Beelzebub suppressed.
You should not trust lieutenants in your room,
And let them sway the sceptre of your charge,
Whiles you meanwhile know scarcely what is done,
Nor yet can yield account if you were called.

The extravagant court-ladies are satirised with peculiar pungency:

The elder sort go stately stalking on,

And on their backs they bear both land and fee,
Castles and towers, revenues and receipts,
Lordships and manors, fines-yea, farms and all!
What should these be? Speak you, my lovely lord.
They be not men, for why, they have no beards;
They be no boys which wear such sidelong gowns;
They be no gods, for all their gallant gloss;
They be no devils, I trow, that seem so saintish.
What be they? Women masking in men's weeds—
With Dutchkin doublets, and with jerkins jagged,

With Spanish spangs and ruffles fet out of France,
With high-copt hats and feathers flaunt-a-flaunt-
They, to be sure, seem even wo to man, indeed!

Gascoigne has a long poem in the ottava rima measure, extending to 207 stanzas, in which he describes scenes in the Dutch war, mixed up with his own quaint moral reflections and egotistic revelations. He is seldom wanting in sense or spirit, and uses both rhyme and blank verse with greater freedom and mastery than most of his predecessors. Some of his shorter poems are lively and graceful.

The Arraignment of a Lover.

At Beauty's bar as I did stand,
When False Suspect accused me,

'George,' quoth the Judge, 'hold up thy hand,
Thou art arraigned of Flattery;

Tell, therefore, how wilt thou be tried,

Whose judgment thou wilt here abide?'

'My lord,' quod I, 'this lady here,
Whom I esteem above the rest,
Doth know my guilt, if any were;
Wherefore her doom doth please me best.
Let her be judge and juror both,
To try me guiltless by mine oath.'

Quoth Beauty: No, it fitteth not
A prince herself to judge the cause;
Will is our justice, well ye wot,
Appointed to discuss our laws;

If
you will guiltless seem to go,
God and your country quit you so.'

Then Craft the crier called a quest,
Of whom was Falsehood foremost fere;
A pack of pickthanks were the rest,
Which came false witness for to bear;
The jury such, the Judge unjust,
Sentence was said, 'I should be trussed.'

Jealous the gaoler bound me fast,
To hear the verdict of the bill;

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written directly from that, instead of from his some-
what too metaphysico-philosophical head, his poetry
would have been excellent.' Yet in some pieces he
has fortunately failed in extinguishing the natural
sentiment which inspired him. The following are

'George,' quoth the Judge, 'now thou are cast, among the most poetical and graceful of his sonnets:
Thou must go hence to Heavy Hill,
And there be hanged all but the head;
God rest thy soul when thou art dead!'

Down fell I then upon my knee,
All flat before dame Beauty's face,
And cried: 'Good Lady, pardon me!
Who here appeal unto your grace;
You know if I have been untrue,
It was in too much praising you.

'And though this Judge doth make such haste
To shed with shame my guiltless blood,
Yet let your pity first be placed
To save the man that meant you good;
So shall you shew yourself a queen,
And I may be your servant seen.'

Quoth Beauty: 'Well; because I guess
What thou dost mean henceforth to be;
Although thy faults deserve no less
Than Justice here hath judged thee;
Wilt thou be bound to stint all strife,
And be true prisoner all thy life?'

"Yea, madam,' quoth I, 'that I shall;
Lo, Faith and Truth my sureties.'
'Why then,' quoth she, 'come when I call,
I ask no better warrantise.'
Thus am I Beauty's bounden thrall,
At her command when she doth call.

[Sonnets of Sir Philip Sidney.]

Because I oft in dark abstracted guise
Seem most alone in greatest company,
With dearth of words, or answers quite awry
To them that would make speech of speech arise,
They deem, and of their doom the rumour flies,
That poison foul of bubbling Pride doth lie
So in my swelling breast, that only I
Fawn on myself, and others do despise.
Yet Pride, I think, doth not my soul possess,
Which looks too oft in his unflattering glass:
But one worse fault Ambition I confess,
That makes me oft my best friends overpass,
Unseen, unheard, while thought to highest place
Bends all his powers, even unto Stella's grace.

With how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb'st the skies,
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What may it be, that even in heavenly place
That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sure, if that long with love acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case;
I read it in thy looks, thy languished grace
To me that feel the like thy state descries.
Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,
Is constant love deemed there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
Do they above love to be loved, and yet

Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?

Come, Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of wo,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
The indifferent judge between the high and low.
With shield of proof shield me from out the prease1
Of those fierce darts, Despair at me doth throw;
O make in me those civil wars to cease:
I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed;
A chamber, deaf to noise, and blind to light;
A rosy garland, and a weary head.

And if these things, as being thine by right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me
Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see.

Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance
Guided so well, that I obtained the prize,
Both by the judgment of the English eyes,
And of some sent from that sweet enemy France;
Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance;
Townfolks my strength; a daintier judge applies
His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise;
Some lucky wits impute it but to chance;
Others, because of both sides I do take
My blood from them who did excel in this,
Think nature me a man of arms did make.
How far they shot awry! the true cause is,
Stella looked on, and from her heavenly face
Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.

O happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear!
I saw thee with full many a smiling line
Upon thy cheerful face joy's livery wear,
While those fair planets on thy streams did shine.
The boat for joy could not to dance forbear;
While wanton winds, with beauties so divine
Ravished, staid not, till in her golden hair
They did themselves (O sweetest prison) twine:
And fain those Eol's youth there would their stay
Have made; but, forced by Nature still to fly,
First did with puffing kiss those locks display.
She, so dishevelled, blushed. From window I,
With sight thereof, cried out: 'O fair disgrace;
Let Honour's self to thee grant highest place.'

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Pope said, 'it is easy to mark out the general course of our poetry; Chaucer, Spenser, Milton, and Dryden are the great landmarks for it.' We can now add Cowper and Wordsworth; but in Pope's generation, the list he has given was accurate and complete. Spenser was, like Chaucer, a native of London, and like him, also, he has recorded the circumstance in his poetry:

Merry London, my most kindly nurse,
That to me gave this life's first native source,
Though from another place I take my name,
An house of ancient fame.

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class of students) of Pembroke College, Cambridge, in May 1569, and continued to attend college for seven years, taking his degree of M.A. in June 1576. While Spenser was at Pembroke, Gabriel Harvey, the future astrologer, was at Christ's College, and an intimacy was formed between them, which lasted during the poet's life. Harvey was learned and pedantic, full of assumption and conceit, and in his Venetian velvet and pantofles of pride,' formed a peculiarly happy subject for the satire of Nash, who assailed him with every species of coarse and contemptuous ridicule. Harvey, however, was of service to Spenser. The latter, on retiring from the

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university, lived with some friends in the north of England-probably those Spensers of Hurstwood to whose family he is said to have belonged. Harvey induced the poet to repair to London, and there he introduced him to Sir Philip Sidney, 'one of the very diamonds of her majesty's court.' In 1579, the poet published his Shepherd's Calendar, dedicated to Sidney, who afterwards patronised him, and recommended him to his uncle, the powerful Earl of Leicester. The Shepherd's Calendar is a pastoral poem, in twelve eclogues, one for each month, but without strict keeping as to natural description or rustic character, and deformed by a number of obsolete uncouth phrases (the Chaucerisms of Spenser, as Dryden designated them), yet containing traces of a superior original genius. The fable of the Oak and Brier is finely told; and in verses like the following, we see the germs of that tuneful harmony and pensive reflection in which Spenser excelled:

You naked buds, whose shady leaves are lost,
Wherein the birds were wont to build their bower,
And now are clothed with moss and hoary frost,
Instead of blossoms wherewith your buds did flower:
I see your tears that from your boughs do rain,
Whose drops in dreary icicles remain.

All so my lustful life is dry and sere,
My timely buds with wailing all are wasted;
The blossom which my branch of youth did bear,
With breathed sighs is blown away and blasted,
And from mine eyes the drizzling tears descend,
As on your boughs the icicles depend.

These lines form part of the first eclogue, in which the shepherd-boy (Colin Clout) laments the issue of his love for a 'country lass,' named Rosalinda happy female name, which Thomas Lodge, and,

following him, Shakspeare, subsequently connected with love and poetry. Spenser is here supposed to have depicted a real passion of his own for a lady in the north, who at last preferred a rival, though, as Gabriel Harvey says, 'the gentle Mistress Rosalind' once reported the rejected suitor to have all the intelligences at command, and another time christened him Signior Pegaso.' Spenser makes his shepherds discourse of polemics as well as love, and they draw characters of good and bad pastors, and institute comparisons between Popery and Protestantismi. Some allusions to Archbishop Grindal (Algrind in the poem) and Bishop Aylmer are said to have given offence to Lord Burleigh; but the patronage of Leicester and Essex must have made Burleigh look with distaste on the new poet. For ten years we hear little of Spenser. He is found corresponding with Harvey on a literary innovation contemplated by that learned person, and even by Sir Philip Sidney: this was no less than banishing rhymes, and introducing the Latin prosody into English verse. Spenser seems to have assented to it, fondly overcome with Sidney's charm;' he suspended the Faery Queen, which he had then begun, and tried English hexameters, forgetting, to use the witty words of Nash, that the hexameter, though a gentleman of an ancient house, was not likely to thrive in this clime of ours, the soil being too craggy for him to set his plough in.' Fortunately, he did not persevere in the conceit; he could not have gained over his contemporaries to it for there were then too many poets, and too much real poetry in the land-and if he had made the attempt, Shakspeare would soon have blown the whole away. As a dependent on Leicester, and a suitor for courtfavour, Spenser is supposed to have experienced many reverses. The following lines in Mother Hubbard's Tale, though not printed till 1581, seem to belong to this period of his life:

Full little knowest thou that hast not tried,
What hell it is in suing long to bide;

To lose good days that might be better spent ;
To waste long nights in pensive discontent;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow;
To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers';
To have thy asking, yet wait many years;
To fret thy soul with crosses and with cares;
To eat thy heart through comfortless despairs;
To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, to run,
To spend, to give, to wait, to be undone !

Strong feeling has here banished all antique and affected expression: there is no fancy in this gloomy painting. It appears from recently discovered documents, that Spenser was sometimes employed in inferior state-missions-a task then often devolved on poets and dramatists. At length an important appointment came. Lord Grey of Wilton was sent to Ireland as lord-deputy, and Spenser accompanied him in the capacity of secretary. They remained there two years, when the deputy was recalled, and the poet also returned to England. In June 1586, Spenser obtained from the crown a grant of 3028 acres in the county of Cork, out of the forfeited lands of the Earl of Desmond, of which Sir Walter Raleigh had previously, for his military services in Ireland, obtained 12,000 acres. The poet was obliged to reside on his estate, as this was one of the conditions of the grant; and he accordingly repaired to Ireland, and took up his abode in Kilcolman Castle, near Doneraile, which had been one of the ancient strongholds or appanages of the Earls of Desmond. The

poet's castle stood in the midst of a large plain, by

the side of a lake; the river Mulla ran through his grounds, and a chain of mountains at a distance seemed to bulwark in the romantic retreat. Here he wrote most of the Faery Queen, and received the visits of Raleigh, whom he fancifully styled 'the Shepherd of the Ocean;' and here he brought home his wife, the 'Elizabeth' of his sonnets, welcoming her with that noble strain of pure and fervent passion which he has styled the Epithalamium, and which forms the most magnificent spousal verse' in the language. Kilcolman Castle is now a ruinits towers almost level with the ground; but the spot

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Amongst the coolly shade

Of the green alders, by the Mulla's shore.

We may conceive the transports of delight with which Raleigh perused or listened to those strains of chivalry and gorgeous description, which revealed to him a land still brighter than any he had seen in his distant wanderings, or could have been present even to his romantic imagination! The guest warmly approved of his friend's poem; and he persuaded Spenser, when he had completed the three first books, to accompany him to England, and arrange for their publication. The Faery Queen appeared in January 1589-90, dedicated to her majesty, in that strain of adulation which was then the fashion of the age. To the volume was appended a letter to Raleigh, explaining the nature of the work, which the author said was 'a continued allegory, or dark conceit.' He states his object to be to fashion a gentleman, or noble person, in virtuous and gentle discipline, and that he had chosen Prince Arthur for his hero. He conceives that prince to have beheld the Faery Queen in a dream, and been so enamoured of the vision, that, on awaking, he resolved to set forth and seek her in Faery Land. The poet further 'devises' that the Faery Queen shall keep her annual feast twelve days, twelve several adventures happening in that time, and each of them being

undertaken by a knight. The adventures were also Spenser, and he returned to Ireland. His smaller to express the same number of moral virtues. The poems were next published: The Tears of the Muses, first is that of the Redcross Knight, expressing | Mother Hubbard, &c., in 1591; Daphnaida, 1592; and Holiness; the second, Sir Guyon, or Temperance; Amoretti and the Epithalamium (relating his courtand the third, Britomartis, 'a lady knight,' repre- ship and marriage) in 1595. His Elegy of Astrophel, senting Chastity. There was thus a blending of on the death of the lamented Sidney, appeared chivalry and religion in the design of the Faery about this time. In 1596, Spenser was again in Queen. Spenser had imbibed-probably from Sidney London to publish the fourth, fifth, and sixth books -a portion of the Platonic doctrine, which over- of the Faery Queen. These contain the legend of flows in Milton's Comus, and he looked on chivalry Cambel and Triamond, or Friendship; Artegal, or as a sage and serious thing.* Besides his personi- Justice; and Sir Caledore, or Courtesy. The double fication of the abstract virtues, the poet made his allegory is continued in these cantos as in the allegorical personages and their adventures represent previous ones: Artegal is the poet's friend and historical characters and events. The queen patron, Lord Grey; and various historical events Gloriana, and the huntress Belphoebe, are both are related in the knight's adventures. Half of the symbolical of Queen Elizabeth; the adventures of the original design was thus finished; six of the twelve Redcross Knight shadow forth the history of the adventures and moral virtues were produced; but Church of England; the distressed knight is Henri unfortunately the world saw only some fragments IV.; and Envy is intended to glance at the more of the work. It has been said that the remainunfortunate Mary Queen of Scots. The stanza of ing half was lost through the 'disorder and abuse' Spenser is the Italian ottava rima, now familiar in of a servant sent forward with it to England. This English poetry; but he added an Alexandrine, or is highly improbable. Spenser, who came to London long line, which gives a full and sweeping close to himself with each of the former portions, would not the verse. The poet's diction is rich and abundant. have ventured the largest part with a careless He introduced, however, a number of obsolete servant. But he had not time to complete his expressions, 'new grafts of old and withered words,' poetical and moral gallery. There was an interval for which he was censured by his contemporaries of six years between his two publications, and he and their successors, and in which he was certainly lived only three years after the second. During that not copied by Shakspeare. His 'Gothic subject period, too, Ireland was convulsed with rebellion. and story' had probably, as Mr Campbell conjec- The English settlers, or undertakers,' of the crowntures, made him lean towards words of the olden lands were unpopular with the conquered natives time,' and his antiquated expression, as the same of Ireland. They were often harsh and oppressive; critic finely remarks, 'is beautiful in its antiquity, and even Spenser is accused, on the authority of and, like the moss and ivy on some majestic building, existing legal documents, of having sought unjustly covers the fabric of his language with romantic to add to his possessions. He was also in office over and venerable associations.' The Faery Queen was the Irish (clerk of the council of Munster); he had enthusiastically received. It could scarcely, indeed, been recommended by the queen (1598) for the be otherwise, considering how well it was adapted office of sheriff of Cork; and he was a strenuous to the court and times of the Virgin Queen, where advocate for arbitrary power, as is proved by a poligallantry and chivalry were so strangely mingled tical treatise on the state of Ireland, written by him with the religious gravity and earnestness induced in 1596 for the government of Elizabeth, but not by the Reformation, and considering the intrinsic printed till the reign of Charles I. The poet was, beauty and excellence of the poem. The few first therefore, a conspicuous object for the fury of the stanzas, descriptive of Una, were of themselves irritated and barbarous natives, with whom 'revenge sufficient to place Spenser above the whole hundred was virtue.' The storm soon burst forth. In poets that then offered incense to Elizabeth. October 1598, an insurrection was organised in Munster, following Tyrone's rebellion, which had raged for some years in the province of Ulster. The insurgents attacked Kilcolman, and having robbed and plundered, set fire to the castle. Spenser and his wife escaped; but either in the confusion incidental to such a calamity, or from inability to render assistance, an infant child of the poet (new-born,' according to Ben Jonson) was left behind, and perished in the flames. The poet, impoverished and broken-hearted, reached London, and died in about three months, in King Street, Westminster, on the 16th January 1599. He was buried near the tomb of Chaucer in Westminster Abbey, the Earl of Essex defraying the expense of the funeral, and his hearse attended-as Camden relates-by his brotherpoets, who threw 'mournful elegies' into his grave. A monument was erected over his remains thirty years afterwards by Anne, Countess of Dorset. His widow, the fair Elizabeth, whose bridal bower at Kilcolman he had decked with such 'gay garlands' of song, probably remained in Ireland, where two sons of the unfortunate poet long resided.

The queen settled a pension of £50 per annum on

*The Platonism of Spenser is more clearly seen in his hymns on Love and Beauty, which are among the most passionate and exquisite of his productions. His account of the spirit of love is not unlike Ovid's description of the creation of man; the soul just severed from the sky, retains part of its heavenly

power:

And frames her house, in which she will be placed,
Fit for herself.

But he speculates further:

So every spirit, as it is most pure,

And hath in it the more of heavenly light,
So it the fairer body doth procure
To habit in, and it more fairly dight
With cheerful grace and amiable sight;
For of the soul the body form doth take;

For soul is form, and doth the body make.

Spenser afterwards wrote two religious hymns, to counteract the effect of those on love and beauty, but though he spiritualises his passion, he does not abandon his early belief, that the fairest body encloses the fairest mind. He still says:

For all that's good is beautiful and fair.

The Grecian philosophy was curiously united with puritanism In both Spenser and Milton. Our poet took the fable of his great of beauty which pervades it is of classical origin, elevated and purified by strong religious feeling.

poem from the style of the Gothic romance, but the deep sense

Spenser is the most luxuriant and melodious of all our descriptive poets. His creation of scenes and objects is infinite, and in free and sonorous versification he has not yet been surpassed. His lofty rhyme' has a swell and cadence, and a continuous sweetness, that we can find nowhere else.

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