THE HOLLY TREE. 423 tacle. Southey shipwrecked his poetry on his scholarship: he used too much the "spectacles of books;" the gilding and regilding of his eloquence fatigues with its splendour: his greater poems have no relief; his words frequently serve rather as a splendid case for a small thought, than as a crystal lantern to transmit the intellectual light in the tempered harmony of its outline. His eloquence lies too often in the rhetoric of the words merely. His characters have not sufficiently distinctive features. In "Madoc," except by names, the hearer could not distinguish Welshmen from Americans; or, in "Roderick," Moors from Spaniards. Notwithstanding these defects, the intellectual wealth of Southey's mind, his graceful skill in gorgeous ornament, the purity of his English style, and his sympathy with all that is noble and virtuous in history and humanity, render him a poet of great practical use to the student. His aims were too wide, and his grasp of subject too universal: his idea, for instance, of a series of poems illustrative of the superstitions of all nations, of which Thalaba and Kehama are examples, was evidently, for perfection of poetic result, beyond the faculty of any one mind. His smaller pieces -as, "Mary the Maid of the Inn," "The Holly Tree," etc.-display all the graces of simple and genuine poetry. Their popularity should have taught the author a lesson in his art: it is only among those whose attainments enable them to appreciate him, that Southey, so far as regards the mass of his poetry, will ever be read. Southey's more important works are, "Thalaba," a tale of Arabian demonology; "Madoc," an epic founded on a tradition of the discovery of America by a Welsh prince; "The Curse of Kehama," a tale of Indian superstition, adorned with incalculable gorgeousness of imagery and learning; a multitude of ballads, sonnets, odes, etc. His prose works are esteemed for beauty of style and picturesqueness of narrative. They consist of histories, biographies, translations, etc. He was an indefatigable student and writer, and is said to have destroyed more than he ever published. THE HOLLY TREE. OH Reader! hast thou ever stood to see The eye that contemplates it well perceives Order'd by an Intelligence so wise, As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen No grazing cattle through their prickly round But, as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear. 1 After the loss of his first wife (Edith), Southey married, in 1839, Miss Caroline Bowles, a kindred spirit in poetry. He left four children, and a fortune of £12,000. The poet's eminence, industry, and loyalty were rewarded in 1813 with the laureateship. His Jacobinism and Socinianism were, like the similar principles of Coleridge, thrown aside with his youth. He received his doctor's degree from Oxford University in 1821. He judiciously refused the offer of a baronetcy. I love to view these things with curious eyes, And moralize; And in this wisdom of the Holly Tree Can emblems see, Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme, One which may profit in the after-time. Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear To those, who on my leisure would intrude, Reserved and rude ; Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be, And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be And as when all the summer trees are seen The Holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they; But when the bare and wintery woods we see, So serious should my youth appear among So would I seem amid the young and gay That in my age as cheerful I might be FROM THE ECLOGUE, THE ALDERMAN'S FUNERAL. This man of half a million Had all these public virtues which you praise: Who, all the summer long, stands hat in hand, To that hard face. Yet he was always found His alms were money put to interest In the other world,—donations to keep open FROM MADOC. Retaining fees against the Last Assizes, Shall be required from all, and the old Arch-Lawyer * * * * Who should lament for him, Sir, in whose heart The parlour spaniel, when she heard his step, When yet he was a boy, and should have breathed To give his blood its natural spring and play, Smoke-dried, and sear'd, and shrivell'd up his heart. His feet departed not; he toil'd and moil'd, 425 Poor muckworm! through his three-score years and ten; If that which served him for a soul were still Within its husk, 't would still be dirt to dirt. FROM MADOC IN WALES.-BOOK V. THE LAND AND OCEAN SCENERY OF AMERICA. Thy summer woods Are lovely, O my mother Isle ! the birch The lofty palm, that with its nuts supplied Beverage and food; they edged the shore, and crown'd The far off highland summits, their straight stems Will ye believe The wonders of the ocean? how its shoals Sprung from the wave, like flashing light, took wing, Yet were these To sight less wondrous than the tribe who swam, In all its rich variety of shades, Suffused with glowing gold. Heaven, too, had there Its wonders from a deep black heavy cloud, And rose like dust before the whirlwind's force. That even to breathe became an act of will, Yea, till the sun in his full majesty Went forth, like God beholding his own works. FROM THALABA THE DESTROYER. NIGHT IN THE DESERT. How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; In full orb'd glory yonder moon divine The desert-circle spreads, Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. FROM THE CURSE OF KEHAMA. FROM THE CURSE OF KEHAMA. THE SOURCE OF THE GANGES. None hath seen its secret fountain; Soon flowing forward, and resigned From rock to rock, with shivering force rebounding, Suspends her halo-crowns of silver light. LOVE. They sin who tell us Love can die. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth; 427 |