VII. INVITATION TO AN ATTIC FEAST. LAWRENCE,* of virtuous father virtuous son, The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun. He who of those delights can judge, and spare * This Mr. Lawrence was the son of the President of Cromwell's Council. VIII. A DREAM OF HIS LOST WIFE. METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine (as whom, washed from spot of child-bed taint, Purification in th' old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint) Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O, as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night!* *This conclusion has been thought a "conceit," but it is not. The idea is perfectly warranted by the feeling. Returning day, to those who have undergone such calamities, does bring back a veritable night-like gloom to the soul, darker even for the light. But with no irreverence be it said, that Milton should not have used the word "taint" in connection with child-bed. There is no taint where the mind is not tainted; and the word on such an occasion desecrated both mind and heart. THOMAS GRAY. ON THE DEATH OF HIS FRIEND WEST.* In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire; Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: A different object do these eyes require ; To warm their little loves the birds complain; And weep the more, because I weep in vain. * For a defence of this beautiful sonnet against the hypercriticism of Wordsworth, see Introductory Essay, pp. 82, 83. THOMAS WARTON. I. WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF DUGDALE'S MONASTICON.* DEEM not devoid of elegance the sage, Who turns of these proud domes the historic page, Her mouldering roll, the piercing eye explores *This and the next sonnet were favorites with Hazlitt. † Alluding to the dissolution of the Monasteries by Henry the Eighth. Etter trash II. AFTER SEEING THE COLLECTION OF PICTURES AT WILTON HOUSE. FROM Pembroke's princely dome, where mimic Art Decks with a magic hand the dazzling bowers, In -- My breast all glowing from these gorgeous towers? Can dress the Graces in their Attic pall; * This sonnet, though containing several commonplace expressions, has been justly admired, both for its language in other respects, and for the truthfulness of its feeling. But the author would have given it an additional grace, if he had written a companion sonnet, informing us what verse it was that set the first lines of it flowing; to wit, his father's, - another Thomas Warton, also -like himself— Professor of Poetry at Oxford, and worthy estimator of a student's modest apartments. The main thought in the |