In heaven's pure serene, To his bright lyre, whose strings melodious rung, And spread the joyous numbers round — His youthful brows with gold and laurel bound Each heavenly power was seen; And all the lucid spheres, night's wakeful train, Forgot their course, suspended by his lay. Hushed was the stormy sea At the sweet sound the boisterous waves were laid, The noise of rushing winds was stayed; And with the gentle breath of pleasure The Muses sung, according with his measure. He sung the victory. The power and glory of the heavenly host, The horrid mien and warlike mood, The fatal pride of the Titanian brood: Of Pallas, Attic maid, The Gorgon terrors and the fiery spear; Of Hercules the strength and vengeful might. Singing, Bistonian Mars, thy force and art; -Translation of HERBERT. ERRICK, ROBERT, an English poet; born at Devonshire, in October, 1674. He studied at Cambridge, and after leaving the university led a jovial life in London for several years. Among his associates was Ben Jonson, to whomor, rather, to whose departed shade-he addressed the following lines: TO BEN JONSON. Ah Ben! Say how or when The Dog, the Triple Tun; Where we such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad? Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine. My Ben! Or come again, Or send to us Thy wit's great overplus. Lest we that talent spend; And having once brought to an end That precious stock, the store Of such a wit, the world should have no more. At the age of thirty-six Herrick took Holy Orders, and was in 1629 presented by Charles I. to the vicarage of Dean Prior, in Devonshire. Here he wrote numerous poems, not altogther of a clerical character, but containing many clever descriptions of rural customs and manners. In 1647 he published the Noble Numbers, and the Hesperides, or Works Human and Divine, which were dedicated to "the Most Illustrious and Most Hopeful Prince Charles," then a lad of eighteen, afterward King Charles II. In this publication the author drops the clerical designation, and announces himself as "Robert Herrick, Esquire." His volume had hardly been published when Herrick was ejected from his living by the "Long Parliament." He repaired to London, where he lived as best he could for ten or twelve years. Upon the restoration of Charles II., in 1660, Herrick was reinstated in his vicarage. He was now close upon threescore and ten, well wearied of a life which had been nowise saintly, though apparently not marked by any great excesses. In his old age he wrote the following "Apologia" for some of the writings of his earlier years: HERRICK'S ÁPOLOGIA. For these, my unbaptized rhymes, That one, of all the rest shall be The glory of my work and me. For nearly a century and a half after the death of Herrick his poems appear to have been almost forgotten. In 1810 a selection from the Hesperides was published by Dr. Nott; since then several excellent editions have appeared in England and America. Herrick's poems include not a few of the daintiest fancies in the English language. A THANKSGIVING. Lord, Thou hast given me a cell A little house, whose humble roof Under the spars of which I lie Where Thou, my chamber for to ward, Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep Low is my porch, as is my fate, And yet the threshold of my door Who hither come, and freely get Like as my parlor, so my hall, A little buttery, and therein A little bin, Which keeps my little loaf of bread, Some brittle sticks of thorn or brier Close by whose living coal I sit, Lord I confess, too, when I dine, And all those other bits that be The worts, the purslain, and the mess Which of Thy kindness Thou hast sent, Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet. 'Tis Thou that crown'st my glittering hearth With guiltless mirth; And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink, Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand But you are lovely leaves, where we Into the grave. |