-In the deep nook, where once Thou call'st me up at midnight, to fetch dew Ariel, being one of those elves or spirits "whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms, and who rejoice to listen to the solemn curfew;" by whose assistance Prospero has bedimmed the sun at noontide, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault, Set roaring war; has a set of ideas and images peculiar to his station and office: a beauty of the same kind with that which is so justly admired in the Adam of Milton, whose manners and sentiments are all Paradisaical. How delightfully and how suitably to his character are the habitations and pastimes of this invisible being, pointed out in the following exquisite song! 66 Where the bee sucks there suck 1: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back do I fly, After sunset merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Mr. Pope, whose imagination has been thought by some the least of his excellences, has, doubtless, conceived and carried on the machinery in his Rape of the Lock," with vast exuberance of fancy. The images, customs, and employments of his sylphs, are exactly adapted to their natures, are peculiar and appropriated, are all, if I may be allowed the expression, sylphish. The enumeration of the punishments they were to undergo, if they neglected their charge, would, on account of its poetry and propriety, and especially the mixture of oblique satire, be superior to any circumstances in Shakspeare's Ariel, if we could suppose Pope to have been unacquainted with the Tempest, when he wrote this part of his accomplished poem. -She did confine thee Into a cloven pine; within which rift A dozen years: within which space she dy'd, If thou more murmurest I will rend an oak, Thou'st howl'd away twelve winters. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with cold cramps; SHAKSPEARE. Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, POPE, The method which is taken to induce Ferdinand to believe that his father was drowned in the late tempest is exceedingly solemn and striking. He is sitting upon a solitary rock, and weeping over against the place where he imagined his father was wrecked, when he suddenly hears with astonishment aerial music creep by him upon the waters, and the spirit gives him the following information in words not proper for any but a spirit to utter: Full fathom five thy father lies Of his bones are coral made: And then follows a most lively circumstance; Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell. This is so truly poetical that one can scarce forbear exclaiming with Ferdinand, This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owns ! The happy versatility of Shakspeare's genius enables him to excel in lyric as well as in dramatic poesy. But the poet rises still higher in his management of this character of Ariel, by making a moral use of it, that is, I think, incomparable, and the greatest effort of his art. Ariel informs Prospero, that he has fulfilled his orders, and punished his brother and companions so severely that, if he himself was now to behold their sufferings, he would greatly compassionate them. To which Prospero answers, -Dost thou think so, Spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. He then takes occasion, with wonderful dexterity and humanity, to draw an argument from the incorporeality of Ariel, for the justice and necessity of pity and forgiveness: Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Passion'd as they, be kindlier moved than thou art ? The poet is a more powerful magician than his own Prospero: we are transported into fairy land; we are wrapt in a delicious dream, from which it is misery to be disturbed; all around is enchantment! -The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet air, that give delight and hurt not. Will make me sleep again: and then in dreaming, Z. END OF VOL. II. C. Whittingham, College House, Chiswick. |