We die, As your hours do, and dry Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of Morning's dew Page 144. The cultivation of DESCRIPTIVE Poetry had, during the prior half of the seventeenth century, been much circumscribed, by a growing fondness for metaphysical imagery and conceits. What Donne had introduced, Cowley and Clieveland established as a fashion, and the eighteenth century had dawned, before this unnatural mode of composition ceased to acquire admirers. Some illustrious examples, however, were not wanting before the year 1650, which evince a very accurate and tasteful conception of rural and picturesque scenery. Burton, about 1600, prefixed to his " Anatomy of Melancholy" some admirably descriptive verses, under the title of the Abstract of Melancholy, and which are supposed to have given rise to the still more exquisite poems, in a similar measure, by the author of Paradise Lost. In 1613 and 1627 were published the Poly olbion and the Nymphidia of Drayton; in 1616 the Pastorals of Browne, and, above all, in 1645, the Il Penseroso and L'Allegro of Milton. Compared with these masterly productions, the descriptive pieces scattered through the Hesperides of Herrick, may appear to deserve little notice. They are, however, not only immediately subsequent in the order of time, but are possessed of no small portion of merit. They may be divided into those which describe the pleasures and em ployments of rural life, or delineate the imaginary sports and occupations of the fairy tribe, or the more formidable orgies of witch craft. The felicity of rural life hath ever been a favourite topic with poets of every age, and it is consequently a task of much difficulty to avoid what may be termed hereditary imagery. In the following poem Herrick nay certainly be traced in the snow both of Virgil and Horace, yet a considerable portion. remains, which may justly be ascribed to the genius and observation of the English poet.. THE COUNTRY LIFE. Sweet Country life, to such unknown, To bring from thence the scorched Clove. But walk'st about thine own dear bounds, For well thou know'st, 'tis not th' extent Which though well soil'd, yet thou dost know, And cheer'st them up, by singing how Here thou behold'st thy large sleek Neat And, as thou look'st, the wanton Steer, These seen, thou go'st to view thy flocks Of short sweet grass, as backs with wool. For Sports, for Pageantry, and Plays, Tripping the comely country round, Thy Wakes, thy Quintels, here thou hast, } Thy Mummeries; thy Twelfe-tide Kings To these, thou hast thy times to go To this specimen might be added many more of similar merit, under the title of Harvest Home, The Wake, The Wassail, &c. &c. and which display a very curious list of the sports and pastimes of our ancestors. That species of poetry which is employed in painting the imaginary existence and manners of fairies, elves and goblins, and which VOL. III. |