A Star comes dancing up the orient, That springs for joy over the strawy tent; Where gold, to make their Prince a crown, they all present. . . . With that, the mighty thunder dropt away From God's unwary arm, now milder grown, And melted into tears; as if to pray For pardon and for pity it had known, That should have been for sacred vengeance thrown : Their former rage, and, all to Mercy bowed, So, down she let her eyelids fall, to shine Whose woods drop honey and her rivers skip with wine. CHRIST'S ASCENSION INTO HEAVEN. So long He wandered in our lower sphere A globe of wingèd angels, swift as thought, The rest, that yet amazèd stood below With eyes cast up, as greedy to be fed, And hands upheld, themselves to ground did throw : As through the Italian woods they say he fled, Some lest he should have fallen back afraid, "Toss up your heads, ye everlasting gates, And let the Prince of Glory enter in; At whose brave volley of sidereal states When, leaping first from earth, he did begin To climb his angels' wings: then open hang Your crystal doors!" So all the chorus sang Hark, how the floods clap their applauding hands, The trees laugh with their blossoms; and the sound Out leap the antique Patriarchs, all in haste, After them flew the Prophets, brightly stoled1 To which the Saints victorious carols sung, Down from their thrones the Domnations flow, Nor can the Martyrs' wounds them stay behind; Come dancing forth, and making joyous play: So Him they led into the Courts of Day, Their way to heaven through their own blood to score; But now, estrangèd from all misery, As far as heaven and earth dis-coasted1 lie, Swelter in quiet waves of immortality. PHINEAS FLETCHER. (1584-1650.) THE Purple Island of Phineas, the elder of the brothers Fletcher, was not published until 1633, after the death of Giles and many years after it was written. It is a long allegory, in the course of which the physical and mental parts of Man are described. The stanza, like that of Giles's Christ's Victory, is formed upon the Spenserian; but Phineas omitted two, instead of one, of Spenser's lines, namely the fifth and seventh. There is enough of Spenser in the plan of this poem, and in various passages of it, to have brought upon its author, had he lived in our own day, the charge of bold-faced plagiarism. But all our old poets were in some sense plagiarists. Nor was it uncommon for a singer to proclaim with pride the source of his inspiration, while his readers were amply satisfied if he sang the old song in a new strain, with some inherent touch of genius that made it more than it was before his own and theirs. The Purple Island had been preceded in 1631 by a piscatory play called Sicelides; but, although Phineas outlived his brother Giles twenty-seven years and produced a good deal of verse, it is only for his physiological Allegory that he is remembered. FROM THE PURPLE ISLAND. STRIFE. Next him Erithius, most unquiet swain, That all in law and foul contention spent. When, leaping first from earth, he did begin To climb his angels' wings: then open hang Your crystal doors!" So all the chorus sang The trees laugh with their blossoms; and the sound Out leap the antique Patriarchs, all in haste, After them flew the Prophets, brightly stoled1 To which the Saints victorious carols sung, Down from their thrones the Domnations flow, Nor can the Martyrs' wounds them stay behind; Come dancing forth, and making joyous play: So Him they led into the Courts of Day, Their way to heaven through their own blood to score; But now, estrangèd from all misery, As far as heaven and earth dis-coasted1 lie, Swelter in quiet waves of immortality. PHINEAS FLETCHER. (1584-1650.) THE Purple Island of Phineas, the elder of the brothers Fletcher, was not published until 1633, after the death of Giles and many years after it was written. It is a long allegory, in the course of which the physical and mental parts of Man are described. The stanza, like that of Giles's Christ's Victory, is formed upon the Spenserian; but Phineas omitted two, instead of one, of Spenser's lines, namely the fifth and seventh. There is enough of Spenser in the plan of this poem, and in various passages of it, to have brought upon its author, had he lived in our own day, the charge of bold-faced plagiarism. But all our old poets were in some sense plagiarists. Nor was it uncommon for a singer to proclaim with pride the source of his inspiration, while his readers were amply satisfied if he sang the old song in a new strain, with some inherent touch of genius that made it more than it was before his own and theirs. The Purple Island had been preceded in 1631 by a piscatory play called Sicelides; but, although Phineas outlived his brother Giles twenty-seven years and produced a good deal of verse, it is only for his physiological Allegory that he is remembered. FROM THE PURPLE ISLAND. STRIFE. Next him Erithius, most unquiet swain, That all in law and foul contention spent. |