the simile of the Palm in the verses on her passing through a crowd; and a line in a more serious poem on the Restoration, about vipers and treacle, which can only be understood by those who happen to know the composition of the Theriaca. His thoughts are sometimes hyperbolical, and his images unnatural: -The plants admire, No less than those of old did Orpheus' lyre : In another place : While in the park I sing, the listening deer More deaf than trees, and prouder than the Heaven! On the head of a stag: O fertile head! which every year Sometimes Sometimes having succeeded in the first part, he makes a feeble conclusion. In the song of " Sacha"rissa's and Amoret's Friendship," the two last stanzas ought to have been omitted. His images of gallantry are not always in the highest degree delicate. Then shall my love this doubt displace, But make my constant meals at home. Some applications may be thought too remote and unconsequential; as in the verses on the Lady Dancing: The sun in figures such as these Joys with the moon to play: To the sweet strains they advance, Which do result from their own spheres ; As this nymph's dance Moves with the numbers which she hears. Sometimes a thought, which might perhaps fill a distich, is expanded and attenuated till it grows weak and almost evanescent. Chloris! since first our calm of peace And the glad earth about her strows His His images are not always distinct; as, in the following passage, he confounds Love as a person with Love as a passion : Some other nymphs, with colours faint, The coldest breast, the rudest tame. His sallies of casual flattery are sometimes elegant and happy, as that in return for the Silver Pen; and sometimes empty and trifling, as that upon the Card torn by the Queen. There are a few lines written in the Dutchess's Tasso, which he is said by Fenton to have kept a summer under correction. It happened to Waller, as to others, that his success was not always in proportion to his labour. Of these petty compositions, neither the beauties nor the faults deserve much attention. The amorous verses have this to recommend them, that they are less hyperbolical than those of some other poets. Waller is not always at the last gasp; he does not die of a frown, nor live upon a smile. There is, however, too much love, and too many trifles. Little things are made too important; and the Empire of Beauty is represented as exerting its influence further than can be allowed by the multiplicity of human passions, and the variety of human wants. Such books, therefore, may be considered as shewing the world under a false appearance, and, so far as they obtain credit from the young and unexperienced, as misleading expectation, and misguiding practice. Of Of his nobler and more weighty performances, the greater part is panegyrical: for of praise he was very lavish, as is observed by his imitator, Lord Lansdowne: No satyr stalks within the hallow'd ground, But queens and heroines, kings and gods abound; } In the first poem, on the danger of the Prince on the coast of Spain, there is a puerile and ridiculous mention of Arion at the beginning; and the last paragraph, on the Cable, is in part ridiculously mean, and in part ridiculously tumid. The poem, however, is such as may be justly praised, without much allowance for the state of our poetry and language at that time. The two next poems are upon the King's behaviour at the death of Buckingham, and upon his Navy. He has, in the first, used the Pagan deities with great propriety: 'Twas want of such a precedent as this Made the old Heathens frame their gods amiss. In the poem on the Navy, those lines are very noble which suppose the King's power secure against a second Deluge; so noble, that it were almost criminal to remark the mistake of centre for surface, or to say that the empire of the sea would be worth little if it were not that the waters terminate in land. The poem upon Sallee has forcible sentiments; but the conclusion is feeble. That on the Repairs of St. Paul's has something vulgar and obvious; such as as the mention of Amphion; and something violent and harsh; as, So all our minds with his conspire to grace So joys the aged oak, when we divide The creeping ivy from his injur'd side. Of the two last couplets, the first is extravagant, and the second mean. His praise of the Queen is too much exaggerated; and the thought, that she "saves lovers, by cutting "off hope, as gangrenes are cured by lopping the "limb," presents nothing to the mind but disgust and horror. Of the Battle of the Summer Islands, it seems not easy to say whether it is intended to raise terror or merriment. The beginning is too splendid for jest, and the conclusion too light for seriousness. The versification is studied, the scenes are diligently displayed, and the images artfully amplified; but, as it ends neither in joy or sorrow, it will scarcely be read a second time. The Panegyrick upon Cromwell has obtained from the publick a very liberal dividend of praise, which however cannot be said to have been unjustly lavished; for such a series of verses had rarely appeared before in the English language. lines some are grand, some are graceful, are musical. There is now and then a feeble Of the and all |