SIR WALTER RALEIGH. (1552-1618.) IN the pastoral poem of Colin Clout's Come Home Again Spenser thus describes a visit paid to him at Kilcolman Castle, in 1590, by his friend Sir Walter Raleigh : "One day, quoth he, I sat, as was my trade, Whose pleasing sound yshrilled far about, And said he came far from the main sea deep. And played thereon; for well that skill he conned ; 2 He piped, I sung; and when he sung, I piped; So pipèd we, until we both were weary." Of the verses which entitled Raleigh to be thus included among the poets of the day, with the curiously fitting epithet of "Shepherd of the Ocean," only a few authentic specimens remain. Scattered, in the first instance, anonymously in manuscripts or printed miscellanies, they were not systematically collected until 1715. The complete works of Raleigh, including the History of the World, written during his imprisonment in the Tower (1603-1615), and a number of prose treatises, one of which, called The Cabinet Council, was edited in 1658 by John Milton, were published at Oxford in eight 8vo volumes in 1829. This is the present standard edition. In the last of the eight Oxford octavos, and in less than forty pages of it, are contained the forty short poems on miscellaneous subjects attributed, with tolerable certainty, to Raleigh. So small a quantity of verse cannot be regarded as adequately representing the man's genius and power in literature. His life was one of the busiest and fullest of results on record. From his youth he was a sailor, a warrior, and a courtier; but he was also a student. Aubrey relates that "he studied most in his sea voyages, when he carried always a trunk of books along with him, and had nothing to divert him." From the same source we learn that the companions of his youth "were boisterous blades, but generally those that had wit." The famous Mermaid Club, frequented by Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, and the other "wits" of the day, was founded by Raleigh; who, through his whole life, had a strong sympathy with literature and learning. His verses are vigorous and original, full of splendid courage and a proud impetuosity. The prevailing tone is one of scorn at the world's meanness; and the scraps of verse written in prison, shortly before his execution in 1618, are as brave and as scornful as any he had ever dashed from his pen in more fortunate days. It is, however, in his prose writings that we must look for the fullest evidence of Raleigh's genius, of his varied learning, and his intimate experience of life and men. THE SHEPHERD TO HIS FLOWERS. Sweet Violets, Love's paradise, that spread Upon the gentle wing of some calm breathing wind If, by the favour of propitious stars, you gain And when her warmth your moisture forth doth wear, You, honours of the flowery meads, I pray, You pretty daughters of the earth and sun, With mild and seemly breathing straight display My bitter sighs, that have my heart undone. A PILGRIM TO HEAVEN IN SEARCH OF JUSTICE. Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My gown of glory, Hope's true gage, Blood must be my body's balmer, No other balm will here be given, Travels to the Land of Heaven, And I there will sweetly kiss In that happy peaceful day, More peaceful pilgrims I shall see ; To slake their thirst, And then to taste of nectar suckets, Where sweetness dwells, Drawn up by Saints in crystal buckets. And, when our bottles, and all we, Are filled with immortality, Strewed with rubies thick as gravel: From thence to Heaven's bribeless Hall, No forged accuser bought or sold, Who pleads for all without degrees, Be Thou my speaker, taintless pleader, Not with a bribèd lawyer's palms. Then this is mine eternal plea To him that made Heaven, Earth and Sea :- And want a head to dine next noon, Just at the stroke of death, my arms being spread, So shall I ready, like a palmer fit, Tread those blest paths shown in Thy holy writ. Of death and judgment, heaven and hell, 1 A coin. THE FAREWELL.2 Go, Soul, the body's guest, Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant. Go, tell the Court it glows And shines like painted wood; Go, tell the Church it shews What's good, but does no good: 2 This poem exists in a MS. collection of poems in the British Museum, of the date 1596. It was printed with alterations in "Davison's Rhapsody" in 1608. If Court and Church reply, Tell Potentates, they live Acting, but O their actions! Not loved unless they give, Nor strong but by their factions: Give Potentates the lie. Tell Men of high condition Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending Tell Zeal, it lacks devotion, Tell Age, it daily wasteth, Tell Honour, how it alters, Tell Wit how much it wrangles Then give them both the lie. Tell Physic of her boldness, T |