But at my back I always hear Thy beauty shall no more be found; My echoing song: then worms shall try And your quaint honour turn to dust; The grave's a fine and private place, Sits on thy skin like morning dew, At every pore with instant fires, Stand still, yet we will make him run." In Brown's Pastorals, notwithstanding the weakness and prolixity of his general plan, there are repeated examples of single lines and passages of extreme beauty and delicacy, both of sentiment and description, such as the following Picture of Night. "Clamour grew dumb, unheard was shepherd's song, And silence girt the woods: no warbling tongue Poetical beauties of this sort are scattered, not sparingly, over the green lap of nature through almost every page of our author's writings. His description of the squirrel hunted by mischievous boys, of the flowers stuck in the windows like the hues of the rainbow, and innumerable others might be quoted. His Philarete (the fourth song of the Shepherd's Pipe) has been said to be the origin of Lycidas: but there is no resemblance, except that both are pastoral elegies for the loss of a friend. The Inner Temple Mask has also been made the foundation of Comus, with as little reason. But so it is: if an author is once detected in borrowing, he will be suspected of plagiarism ever after and every writer that finds an ingenious or partial editor, will be made S to set up his claim of originality against him. A more serious charge of this kind has been urged against the principal character in Paradise Lost (that of Satan), which is said to have been taken from Marino, an Italian poet. Of this, we may be able to form some judgment, by a comparison with Crashaw's translation of Marino's Sospetto d'Herode. The description of Satan alluded to, is given in the following stanzas: "Below the bottom of the great abyss, There where one centre reconciles all things, The judge of torments, and the king of tears, His eyes, the sullen dens of death and night, Such his fell glances as the fatal light His breath hell's lightning is; and each deep groan His flaming eyes' dire exhalation (His shop of flames) he fries himself, beneath This portrait of monkish superstition does not equal the grandeur of Milton's description. "His form had not yet lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Milton has got rid of the horns and tail, the vulgar and physical insignia of the devil, and clothed him with other greater and intellectual terrors, reconciling beauty and sublimity, and converting the grotesque and deformed into the ideal and classical. Certainly Milton's mind rose superior to all others in this respect, on the outstretched wings of philosophic contemplation, in not confounding the depravity of the will with physical distortion, or supposing that the distinctions of good and evil were only to be sub jected to the gross ordeal of the senses. In the subsequent stanzas, we however find the traces of some of Milton's boldest imagery, though its effect is injured by the incongruous mixture above stated. "Struck with these great concurrences of things*, He shook himself, and spread his spacious wings, While thus heav'n's highest counsels, by the low The poet adds "The while his twisted tail he knaw'd for spite." There is no keeping in this. This action of meanness and mere vulgar spite, common to the most contemptible creatures, takes away from * Alluding to the fulfilment of the prophecies and the birth of the Messiah. +"He spreads his sail-broad vans."-Par. Lost, b. ii. 1.927. 1 |