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The brevity of the Sonnet will scarcely admit the greater traits of poetry: there is no space for fable; but for the preservation of a single grand thought it is admirably fitted. Mr. Dyce, in his “Specimens of English Sonnets, from the time of Henry VIII., chronologically arranged," has shown their progress and their fashions. They were favourites with Spenser and Shakspeare, and many less eminent poets of those days; as, Sydney, Constable, B. Barnes, Daniel, and Drayton. It appears to me that the Sonnets both of Spenser and Shakspeare have been commended too much : they are quaint, laboured, and often metaphysical. Of all authors, Wordsworth has most succeeded in this department.

But there are many of Milton's which are very grand in their nakedness: they have little of picturesque imagery. To make use once more of an expression of Johnson-not as applied to them, but to other parts of Milton-their sublimity is argumentative: it is intellectual and spiritual. There is something at times of ruggedness and involution in the words: they rarely flow. They are spoken as by one, who, conscious of the force of the thought, scorns ornament; they have something of the brevity and the dictatorial tone of the oracle, and seem to come from one who feels conscious that he is entitled to authority. Compositions so short can only have weight when they come from established names : every word ought to be pregnant with mind, with thought, sentiment, or imagery. The form will not allow diffuseness and smooth diluted periods : the repetition of the rhymes certainly aggravates the difficulty.

If it can be shown that in any one of these Sonnets of Milton there is not much sterling ore, I will give it up. In all there is some important thought, or opinion, or sentiment developed. The modulation may sometimes appear rough to delicate and sickly ears; and there is not the nice polish of a lady's gem come from a refining jeweller's workshop: it is all massy gold, -not fillagreed away into petty ornaments.

The Sonnet on Cromwell is majestic;--on his blindness, sublime ;-on his twenty-second birthday, both pathetic and exalted : others are moral and axiomatic; and others descriptive.

The necessity of compression gives this form of composition a great merit, when the fountain of the writer's mind is abundant.

It is true, that in this short space, barrenness itself can find enough to fill up the outline: but in Milton there is no unmeaning sentence or useless word.

If there was one poetical power of Milton more eminent than another, it was his power of description: he gave an idealism to all his material images; and yet they were in the highest degree distinct and picturesque. He knew where to throw a veil, and when to make the features prominent.

The question at present is, not whether the Sonnets are equal to Milton's genius, but whether they are good, or as contemptible as Johnson represents them. I say that they are such as none but Milton could have written: they are full of lofty thought, moral instruction, and virtuous sentiment, expressed in language as strong as it is plain. They are pictures of a manly, resolute, inflexible spirit, and aid us in our knowledge of the poet's individual character; and if any one can read them without both pleasurable excitation and improvement, he has a sort of mind which it would be vain to attempt to cultivate-a barren soil, or one overgrown with weeds and prejudices.




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O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray

Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still ;
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill,

While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May.
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day,

First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,
Portend success in love. O, if Jove's will

Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay,
Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate

Fortel my hopeless doom in some grove nigh;

As thou from year to year hast sung too late
For my relief, yet hadst no reason why:

Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.





How soon hath Timne, the subtle thief of youth,

Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,

But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,

That I to manhood am arrived so near;
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,

That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,

It shall be still in strictest measure even

To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;

All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great Task Master's eye.


SONNET 1.-4. Lead on propitious May, his own innate character, vowed to great because the nightingale is supposed to undertakings, and grieved that his vir begin singing in April.

tues and sublime ambition had yet ad. 6. First heurd, &c., that is, if first vanced no step in its own accomplisbheari, &c.

ment. Here the language is simple, SONNET II.—This Sonnet is preëminent chaste, and smooth, and the numbers ly interesting as an early development of I are not unmelodious.—BRYDES.


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Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms,

Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,
If deed of honour did thee ever please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
He can requite thee; for he knows the charms

That call fame on such gentle acts as these,
And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas,

Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.
Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower:

The great Emathian conquerour bid spare

The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
Went to the ground: and the repeated air

Of sad Electra's poet had the power.
To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare.



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Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth

Wisely hast shunn’d the broad way and the green,
And with those few art eminently seen,
That labour up the hill of heavenly truth;
The better part with Mary and with Ruth

Chosen thou hast; and they that overween,
And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen,
No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
Thy care is fix’d, and zcalously attends

To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light,
And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure,
Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends

Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Hast gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.


SOVYET III.-Ths Sonnet shows that the 13. Sad Electra's port. Plutarch relates poet haul now conceived that firm opinion that when the Lacedemorian general of his own genius and worth which never took Athens, it was proposed in a counafterwards deserted him. It was written cil of war to rise the city entirely, and in 1042, when the king's army had ar-convert its site into a desert. But during rived at Brentford, and had thrown the the debate a certain Phocian sung some whole city into consternation,

fine lines from the “ Elerira" of Euri11. Pinclarus. Every reader of an- piiles, which so affected the hearers that cient hi-tory knows that when Alexan. they declared it an unworthy act to reder of Macedonia assaulted and destroved duce a place, so celebrated for the producThebes, he ordered the house of Pindar tion of illustrious men, to total ruin. to stand untouched and entire, though By the epithet sad, Milton denominateg thousands of Thehans were put to death the pathetic character of Euripides. Re and thousands more sold into slavery. peated signifies rerited.-T. WARTON. As a poet, Milton bad as good a right to expect protection as Pindar.

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