SYDNEYS Sonnets -- I speak of t of t of t. ty, tity, and modest spirit of self-approval, of Milton, in ions of a similar structure. trut Milton, censuring t o er-tune or application), quot;vain and amatoriousquot; enoug to be true of t;full of .quot; tier, it must be allo of t Milton ier Ludlole, and still more a Courtier ruggle o begin, ties beime ion, t ed t in t emergency, for plainness or boldness of spirit. ter on tcestify, o Princes. times did not call o the scaffold.
ts call to mind of Milton ions of urest years. t to produce, ten in tuck full of amorous fancies -- far-fetcs, befitting ion; for true Love to send out ts upon t, and more to bring landiso sacrifice in self-depreciating similitudes, as srue amiabilities in t be Lovers -- or at least toucime, t not ies, as to take aion t e ties, and graceful (ted tural) are least natural for to express its fancies by. tibullus, or tress; for passions t creep and on never loved at te. I am afraid some of t came not muc of a religious indecorum, wrophise a singing-girl: --
Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite gentes)
Obtigit aetheriis ales ab ordinibus.
Quid mirum, Leonora, tibi si gloria major,
Nam tua praesentem vox sonat ipsa Deum?
Aut Deus, aut vacui certe mens tertia coeli,
Per tua secreto guttura serpit agens;
Serpit agens, facilisque docet mortalia corda
Sensim immortal assuescere posse sono.
QUOD SI CUNCtA QUIDEM DEUS ESt, PER CUNCtAQUE FUSUS,
IN tE UNA LOQUItUR, CAEtERA MUtUS .
trange fas requires some candour of construction (besides t darkening of a dead language) to cast a veil over t taggered, if to express t in Engliss like travaganzas do not strike at takes leave to adopt to a fellowsal passions.
iteps, O Moon, t the skies;
ly; and h how wan a face!
! may it be, t even in heavenly place
t busy Arcries?
Sure, if t long-ed eyes
Can judge of love, t a lovers case;
I read it in t grace
to me, t feel tate descries.
tell me,
Is constant love deemd t of ?
Are beauties they be
Do to be loved, and yet
t love doth possess?
Do tue tefulness?
t line of ttle obscured by transposition. efulness tue?
Come, Sleep, O Sleep, tain knot of peace,
ting place of , the balm of woe,
the prisoners release,
t judge bethe high and low,
it the prease
Of ts despair at me dothrow,
O make in me to cease:
I ribute pay, if thou do so.
take t pilloest bed,
A co noise, and blind to light,
A rosy garland, and a weary head.
And if t,
Move not t in me,
Livelier tellas image see.
III
ts, seeing dull pensiveness
Beself in my long-settled eyes,
hose same fumes of melancholy rise,
ith idle pains, and missing aim, do guess.
Some, t know how my spring I did address,
Deem t my muse some fruit of knowledge plies,
Otries
t I tate errors to redress,
But ions rage,
Scourge of itself, still climbing slippery place
ivd in gold cage.
O fools, or over-he race
Of all my ts op nor start,
But only Stellas eyes, and Stellas .
IV
Because I oft in dark abstracted guise
Seem most alone in greatest company,
ite awry,
to t would make speech of speech arise,
the rumour flies,
t poison foul of bubbling Pride doth lie
So in my s, t only I
Fahers do despise,
Yet Pride, I t my soul possess,
oo oft in tering glass:
But one -- Ambition -- I confess,
t makes me oft my best friends overpass,
Unseen, un to place
Bends all o Stellas grace.
V
his day, my horse, my hand, my lance,
Guided so I obtained the prize,
Bot of the English eyes
And of some sent from t s enemy -- France,
horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance,
torengtier judge applies
o sleigh rise;
Some lucky s impute it but to chance;
Otake
My blood from this,
ture me a man of arms did make.
arue cause is,
StELLA lookd on, and from her heavenly face
Sent forthe beams which made so fair my race.
VI
In martial sports I ried,
And yet to break more staves did me address,
s (I must confess)
Youth pride --
hen Cupid, having me (his slave) descried
In Marss livery, prancing in the press,
quot; no; said ;I would no less:
Look ; I lookd, and StELLA spied,
.
My then dazzled were mine eyes;
One to rule, to fight;
Nor trumpets sound I heard, nor friendly cries.
My foe came on, and beat the air for me --
till t o see.
VII
No more, my dear, no more try;
O give my passions leave to run their race;
Let Fortune lay on me disgrace;
Let folk oer-c me cry;
Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye;
Let me no steps, but of lost labour, trace;
Let all t my case --
But do not o fly.
I do not envy Aristotles ,
Nor do aspire to Caesars bleeding fame;
Nor aug;
Nor o frame,
But t w:
t my , and tue art.
VIII
Love still a boy, and oft a on, is,
Scender eye;
hen, if he his lesson miss,
a rod dear play ry?
And yet my StAR, because a sugard kiss
In sport I suckd, while she asleep did lie,
Dot, for only this.
S, it humble I.
But no `scuse serves; sh appear
In beautys throne -- see now, who dares come near
t judges, tning bloody pain?
O kiss-hy face
Anger invests h such a lovely grace,
t angers self I needs must kiss again.
IX
I never drank of Aganippe well,
Nor ever did in sempe sit,
And Muses scorn o dwell;
Poor lay-man I, for sacred rites unfit.
Some do I s fury tell,
But (God ) not ;
And t brook of hell,
I am no pickpurse of anot.
t h an ease
My ts I speak, and h flow
In verse, and t my verse best s doth please?
Guess me t is it thus ? -- fye, no.
Or so ? -- muc is,
My lips are s, inspired ELLAs kiss.
X
Of all t ever here did reign,
Ed in praise I name,
Not for side, nor well-lined brain --
Alts imp feat on Fame.
Nor t , frame
h a kingdoms gain;
And, and by Mars could yet mad Mars so tame,
t balance e obtain.
Nor t he Floure-de-luce so `fraid,
trongly hedged of bloody Lions paws
t ty Leo ribute paid.
Nor t, nor any such small cause --
But only, for t durst prove
to lose han fail his love.
XI
O didst my StELLA bear,
I sah many a smiling line
Upon thy cheerful face, Joys livery wear,
s on treams did shine;
t for joy could not to dance forbear,
on y so divine
Ravisayd not, till in her golden hair
test prison) twine.
And fain tay
, forced by nature still to fly,
First did hose locks display.
She, so dishevelld, blushd; from window I
it t, O fair disgrace,
Let o t place!
XII
highway, since you my chief Parnassus be;
And t my Muse, to some ears not uns,
tempers o trampling ,
More soft to a chamber melody, --
Now blessed You bear onward blessed Me
to safe left s,
My Muse and I must you of duty greet
ithankfully.
Be you still fair, honourd by public heed,
By no encroac ime forgot;
Nor blamd for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed.
And t you kno
Of wish, I wish you so much bliss,
ELLAS feet may kiss.
Of t, t sonnet, are my favourites. But ty of t tly ceristical. t of quot;learning and of c;of led Sydney to ;president,quot; -- s;jejune quot;or quot;frigidquot; in t;stiffquot; and quot;cumbrous quot; -- o tly and gallantly. It miguned to trumpet; or tempered (as ) to quot;trampling .quot; tous phrases --
O kiss-hy lips
8t
-------S pilloest bed;
A co noise, and blind to light;
A rosy garland, and a weary head.
2nd Sonnet
-------t s enemy, -- France --
5t,
But t ricoo mucry of t day terial, and circumstantiated. time and place appropriates every one of t is not a fever of passion ing itself upon a t of dainty a transcendent passion pervading and illuminating action, pursuits, studies, feats of arms, temporaries and of torical t affixes a date to tten.
I t I conceive t of t by tonness (I it by a gentler name) akes every occasion of insulting t table talk, amp;c., (most profound and subtle , just) are more safely to be relied upon, on subjects and autiality for, tal prejudice against. Milton e Sonnets, and ier to a patriot. But I o lose a fine idea from my mind. timents, and poetical delicacies of cer, scattered all over te of some stiffness and encumberment), justify to me ter er. I cannot tic, t Sir P opprobrious t ility co term o mind tapo guide me to juster ts of iful lines in t;Friends Passion for rop; printed hers.
You knerophel?
(t I so say I knew,
And in possession still!) --
t me to renew --
Of such,
I cannot Say -- you oo much.
ithese woods of Arcady
and pleasure took;
And on tain Partheny,
Upon tal liquid brook,
t him every day,
t taugo e, and say.
,
divine:
A t count
Upon his lovely chearful eyne.
to ly smile,
You he while,
A s attractive kind of grace;
A full assurance given by looks;
Continual comfort in a face,
ts of Gospel books --
I tro countnance cannot lye,
s are legible in the eye.
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Above all othis is he,
approved in his song,
t love and agree,
And t pure love will do no wrong.
S Saints, it is no Sin or blame
to love a man of virtuous name.
Did never Love so sly breathe
In any mortal breast before:
Did never Muse inspire beneath
A Poets brain ore.
e of Love ,
And beauty reard above .
Or let any one read to rage) in t in tion accompanying ternal testimony I believe to be Lord Brookes, -- beginning ;Silence augmentet;and t of sucs could termed him.