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truth. The smoke of the wax-taper seems almost as ethereal and fair as the moonlight, and both suit each other and the heroine. But what a lovely line is the seventh about the heart,
Paining with eloquence her balmy side!
And the nightingale! how touching the simile! the heart a "tongueless nightingale," dying in the bed of the bosom. What thorough sweetness, and perfection of lovely imagery! How one delicacy is heaped upon another! But for a burst of richness, noiseless, colored, suddenly enriching the moonlight, as if a door of heaven were opened, read the stanza that follows.
10 A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Could all the pomp and graces of aristocracy, with Titian's and Raphael's aid to boot, go beyond the rich religion of this picture, with its "twilight saints," and its scutcheons, "blushing with the blood of queens ?"
11" Save wings for heaven.”—The lovely and innocent creature, thus praying under the gorgeous painted window, completes the exceeding and unique beauty of this picture,—one that will for ever stand by itself in poetry, as an addition to the stock. It would have struck a glow on the face of Shakspeare himself. He might have put Imogen or Ophelia under such a shrine. How proper as well as pretty the heraldic term gales, considering the occasion. "Red" would not have been a fiftieth part as good. And with what elegant luxury he touches the "silver cross" with "amethyst," and the fair human hand with "rosecolor," the kin of their carnation! The lover's growing "faint" is one of the few inequalities which are to be found in the latter productions of this great but young and over-sensitive poet. He had, at the time of his writing this, the seeds of a mortal illness in him, and he doubtless wrote as he had felt, for he was also deeply in love; and extreme sensibility struggled in him with a great understanding.
12" Unclasps her warmed jewels."-How true and cordial the warmed jewels, and what matter of fact also, made elegant, in
the rustling downward of the attire; and the mixture of dress and undress, and of the dishevelled hair, likened to a "mermaid in sea-weed!" But the next stanza is perhaps the most exquisite in the poem."
13 " As though a rose had shut.”—Can the beautiful go beyond this? I never saw it. And how the imagery rises! flown like a thought-blissfully haven'd-clasp'd like a missal in a land of Pagans that is to say, where Christian prayer-books must not be seen, and are, therefore, doubly cherished for the danger. And then, although nothing can surpass the preciousness of this idea, is the idea of the beautiful, crowning all
Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain,
Thus it is that poetry, in its intense sympathy with creation, may be said to create anew, rendering its words more impressive than the objects they speak of, and individually more lasting; the spiritual perpetuity putting them on a level (not to speak it profanely) with the fugitive compound.
14" Lucent syrups tinct with cinnamon."-Here is delicate modulation, and super-refined epicurean nicety!
Lucent syrups tinct with cinnamon;
make us read the line delicately, and at the tip-end, as it were, of one's tongue.
15" Beyond a mortal man.”—Madeline is half awake, and Porphyro reassures her, with loving, kind looks, and an affectionate embrace.
16" Heart-shap'd and vermeil-dyed."-With what a pretty wilful conceit the costume of the poem is kept up in this line about the shield! The poet knew when to introduce apparent trifles forbidden to those who are void of real passion, and who, feeling nothing intensely, can intensify nothing.
17" Carpets rose.”—This is a slip of the memory, for there were hardly carpets in those days. But the truth of the painting makes amends, as in the unchronological pictures of old masters.
And tyrannizing was the lady's look,
And emptied on 't a black dull-gurgling phial:
A BETTER ENCHANTRESS IMPRISONED IN THE SHAPE OF A SERPENT.
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale,
THE VOICE OF A MELANCHOLY GODDESS SPEAKING TO SATURN.
As when upon a tranced summer-night
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
A FALLEN GOD.
The bright Titan, frenzied with new woes,
OTHER TITANS FALLEN.
Scarce images of life, one here, one there,